I was just finishing up when a woman came to the door carrying a boy about 7 years old. This was Mrs. Simmons and her son, Jeffery.She asked to see Pa... she had not heard about the murder. I told her Pa was dead, so she would have to travel to Trinity to see a regular doctor. Mrs. Simmons started to cry and said, "I can't do that. Jeffery fell out of a tree an' broke his arm pretty bad. See? The bone's pokin' out of the skin. He can't wait to see no doctor. I know ya he'ped yer Pa lots of times,. " I replied. "That's cause he was hit a couple of years ago," momma said in his defence. "Yeah, that will do it, but he's got to over come that fear. He's good in the field but a bat he needs couching." "Would you help him?" she asked with pleading in her eyes. "Well, I'll try (thinking it get me close to her more)," "Oh thank you Tod!" with a kiss on the cheek."Ma, can I go over to Billy Winston's for awhile?" "Well, if Mrs. Winston has no problem with it neither do I; but behave and call. As I was getting ready to go, she finally stumbled out.I pointed. “Coffee is in the pot with mugs above the maker.” The creamer packets and sugar were still on the table. She poured a cup and sat down to doctor it. Even after a couple of sips, she was still sitting in a kitchen chair sort of huddling her own misery. I said, “You look happy this morning, Princess.” There was some sarcasm in my voice.She just grunted. I said, “I’m going to church. Try to stay out of trouble while I’m gone.” I. I need to be careful how I walk. I used muscles last night that I never used like that before.Spent a bit of time in the couple of classes I shared with Mandy trying NOT to look at her because she kept giving me these knowing looks.Worse was going home knowing full well that Mandy had Ben to herself. No, NOT jealous. Envious. Monday night showed us that the three of us worked out quite well together. I simply want to be back in the middle of that.It was that thought that colored the rest of the.