She was pushing her pram brazenly through the village."Bugger the old biddies," she exclaimed when Ned suggested that people would talk. "They talk ab...ut me all the time anyway, and it's more like you will be getting a bad name for talking to me."Ned told her that he didn't much care what they thought."Mother would like to see you," she told him."Why? Hasn't she just had a baby?" asked Ned."Yes," she replied. "Yours." What?" My parents always wanted more children after me, but it didn't happen.. In another six months -- what? I refused to look that far ahead. While I considered our ongoing dilemma, another disaster struck. Herb Woolenska, a demolitions specialist, left his comrades without a word shortly after Dr. Lowry's fate became known. He had climbed the steep hill overlooking our camp and then, from its highest cliff, jumped to his death. Again I felt what I felt when Olson died, but what bothered me most was that this time part of me understood Herb Woolenska. # We buried. I continued to stare at her, wanting an answer, and when she knew her mock gesture of ignorance wouldn’t satisfy my curiosity, she just said, ‘Does it really matter?’ She wasn’t going to tell me. Whatever her reasons, she was going to keep them sequestered away in her heart. I kissed her, and said, ‘No, I guess it doesn’t.’ ****************** Traffic into the city was unusually heavy for a Saturday, but the slow going gave me time to think about the events of last evening. I pinched myself to. I went down to the stroll, cruising as usual, and there she was. She was happy to see me, and gave me a hug and a kiss when she got in the car. By this time the boyfriend was out again, and she had a nicer apartment - she was sharing a 2-bedroom in a much nicer building with another working girl. We drove to the apartment and went inside. There was a teenage girl babysitting for her little boy, and she told her to take a break for a while. (I was pervert enough to think about asking her to.