* I know that I changed my brothers' names - to protect theinnocent. In the other story I told you my brother's name was Dave. Butthis time I'm using ...etters of the alphabet (did you notice that?)So that's the living arrangements. We got rid of the bunk beds becausethe boys are really too big for them now. We're all a year apart. Frankbeing the oldest, then Gill, than Hank, Gus, and I was born last. Imentioned that because I got picked by Mother to help her with the'women's work' because I'm. Now without taking much of your time lets come to story. ‘Ding…dong…ding…dong…” the front-door bell rang. ‘Who could be this’, I wondered. Standing nude in the bathroom, I was about to open the shower to take a bath at 7.30 in the morning. The milkman and newspaper boy had already come and gone. The day, being a Sunday, the elderly maid-servant would come after 9.00 only instead of her usual time of 7.00. Did she forget it was my holiday? I felt irritation to have to attend the door wrapping a. “You shouldn’t, Mrs. Inoki “. Zax shook his head. The woman was the mother of his childhood friends, Weysey Inoki.Mrs. Inoki came to stand beside him, but her view was on the large group of children having the time of their life fighting the living snowmen. “Our home is at the periphery of us, newcomers’ huts. The hut next to us is where that ginger girl lives with her family”. She pointed for him to see. “Willy”, her nine years old, “Has a small crush on her, but is too timid to approach to. Good for you. I like you already. I'm Melissa, by the way," the sexy, somewhat plump young woman told me with a grin that spoke volumes."Jed. Like Jed Clampett in the Beverly Hillbillies. No kidding, I was named after him. It was Hell in boot camp, I tell ya that. Imagine drill instructors making hay of all that," I recalled with some dry humor now, but it really was unpleasant when I first enlisted."Yeah, I got picked on back at the rez for having such a white girl name. Not my fault that.