"OK," Victor said to me. "So What's the plan?"Why am I the one that has to have a plan? "Class at 9," I said, handinghim a paper with the class sch...dule on it. "Here's my school binder." Ithen picked up my purse and removed my phone and wallet from it andhanded it to him. "I have pens in my purse." I reached into the jeans Iwas wearing and pulled out Victor's wallet and phone. "Here's yourwallet and your phone." Wait, don't I need your ID?" he said, taking his wallet and phone. ”“Late again, Davis,” Coach Parker said displeased.“Sorry coach, won’t happen again,” I said apologetically as I went to the showers.I took the shower quickly and joined the rest of the girls for training. For the next two hours, we practiced different throwing techniques as well as sprints. I caught the coach looking intently at me a few times. He was less than pleased with the training today and told us to start working harder if we wanted to be any better than last year.I went home and. “Who poked me?” He looked at the guys around him, who were all shaking their heads. “WHO poked me!” Suddenly I picked him up about 8 feet. “Whoa, whoa, oh shit! Um, please put me down?”I set him down, nice and gentle, patting him on the shoulder, like a dad would his son.“Tha, Thanks, so, since you poked me twice, that’s a no? You didn’t cure the girls. Is that what you meant?” I poked him, more gently, just once. With a nervous smile, he looked around, “Ok, you didn’t cure the girls. Did you. I went upstairsto wash and shave before I needed to see to Melissa.By dinner time Sunday there was still no sign of George I looked downthe farm roads looking for some tell tale sign's of his arrival butthere was no sign. I fed Melissa and put her down for the night leavingthe door slightly ajar to listen for any noise should she wake. I layon top of my bed pouring through another few chapters of my book.Around 10 I heard a car draw up and the sound of a drunken George getout mumbling a goodbye.