Hell that sleeper is barely big enough for one man, let alone an old trucker, a hitchhiker and a dog, don't ya think" he said to his long time best fr...end.Ol'Jack let out a whine and rest his head on the passenger seat where Sammi had been sitting."Thanks a lot old friend you at least could pretend you don't miss her too."He sat quiet a while turning the music down to a more reasonable level. Occasionally a tear would escape from one of his eyes and he would sniffle and grab a tissue to wipe. She even went so far as to ban the kids from grandma’s house for a while, but when they protested loudly and persistently enough, she let them start coming over again. Angela reluctantly agreed to have the Blossoming Ceremony for Reina, with the stipulation, of course, that we leave out the part at the end. She told herself it was just a meal to acknowledge that Reina was growing into a young lady. According to her, Reina was not going to have a tutor anymore than she had had one. That was just. “My sister raises her whoring head again even from the grave. This is her fault. If she had these papers as proof of our father’s treachery, she should have exposed them as soon as he was dead. Instead she let our children inherit her mess.” Benjamin scowled at the silent figures around the table and finally lit on his daughter. “If there is anything left of our Family’s honor, it is up to you to redeem it. But understand this. The young Ransom girl and Karen Weisman have as much family claim. I had to think about each movement, lifting one foot after the other. I followed around the table, the pile of the carpet was thick mud. I staggered after them into the hallway. Ingrid waited poised outside the door. She towered over me. I abstractedly watched her fist come toward my face. The world flipped and I went down a black hole.I gradually worked through a mad whirling tunnel of lights and faces to a conscious existence. My world was centered on a dull pounding headache. Marge was.