I look at them and I am ashamed of what the white man is doing to the Indians. The women are begging because everything they own is gone for drink. Th... men, if not drunk already, are looking for any means to become so. At least the wagon captain has forbidden any of the people to purchase any whiskey for trading with the Indians so we won't be contributing to this. Claire looked like she wanted nothing so much as to burn the trading post down. The women were warned they are not to go into the. Serenity walked past the palace walls, hidden in their deep shadows. Her parent’s kingdom had been living in peace and tranquility for so long, the soldier’s were slack and rarely on alert. As she walked quietly past the complacent soldiers, she began to think of a different name, something other than calling herself Serenity. She would probably have to cut her long hair as well, it was one of her most distinguishing features and someone might recognize her. Serenity was the most beautiful. “Rebecca!” shouted the priest, towering above her. “Stand up. Now!” Rebecca rose slowly, still six inches shorter than the priest. “Rebecca, you will obey Sister Winifred”“No, this is crazy!” said Rebecca angrily.“Look at me, Rebecca! Look at me! Remember the ice cold water of mountain streams. The ice cold water, Rebecca, the ice cold water of mountain streams.” Rebecca’s head moved back slightly, as though a wonderful thought had just struck her, and her eyes drifted away from the priest’s. The island of sanity was always Sundays at her parent's home. They lived in a giant old red brick house north of Chicago near Lake Michigan, in the town of Lake Forest. Typically Jessica and I would spend Saturday night there. I had my own room across the hall from Jessica. We could make love for half the night in her room, but in the morning I had to be in "my" room. Sunday mornings we would go to church with her parents and brother and sister and then go back to the big house and eat brunch.