”Karen said, “I just reflect Brad’s love to others.”Suzie-Q was now quiet though was a little wide eyed. Mom served the plates with our lunch ...nd Dad got ready to pray. Karen and I held hands. All of us said, “Amen.”Mom said, “You were holding hands with Brad while Bert blessed the meal?”“Yes, ma’am. It’s a tradition that we started. We hold hands and bless every meal no matter where we are or who we are with. Brad’s got a good hand and I like holding it.”Karen didn’t know it but her words were. They sat and she urged him to help himself to whatever he wanted. He was extremely hungry and as much as he would have liked to ignore the food he couldn’t resist and heaped his plate. He dug in hungrily but found it difficult to enjoy with her sitting directly across from him. She kept leaning forward to pluck items off the various plates and he was sure she was about to tumble out of her gown at any moment. She also ate quite a few items very daintily with her fingers and watching her. They brought a mirror in for her as soon as she got out of bed. Her face was starting to heal but the cuts still looked red and deep. And her nose was ruined. If she tried to touch it, it was agony. Furthermore, she had difficulty breathing through it, so badly had Augusta mashed it up,A surgeon came to examine her and told her an operation was needed to restore it."You'll never look the same as before, Francine. But I can clear the airway and repair some of the damage. Are you ready for it or. I’m hoping he’ll tire of this in a while.” Jason eyed his rear-view mirror. “I’ll pull onto the shoulder.” He signaled and stopped.The black Charger pulled to a stop ahead of him. The driver got out and began walking toward Jason’s car. He was halfway there when Jason stepped on the accelerator, pulled back into traffic and headed down the Interstate.“I’ll bet he’s pissed-off now,” Jason remarked. “He looked like he was itching for a fight.”“Oh, God, Jason!”“It’s not me -- that guy is the one.