Bobby... is... he says Bobby is... I... oh god..." Her hands fell into her lap as she stared sightlessly in front of her. Raul reached down and pried ...he cell phone from her hand.He hit the replay button for the current message in the queue. A detached but slightly somber voice began speaking, identifying himself as the night duty sergeant of the Columbia Police Department.He expressed his regret at having to share this kind of news in this way, but he had to inform them that her son, Robert. " Oh shit," Jenny said quietly.Jenny's grandmother was a registered nurse who had worked for the VA formost of her career. She could have retired a few years ago, but she keptat it out of a sense of devotion to the vets who passed through thosedoors and a need to keep busy at her profession.When she had announced that she would finally be retiring this fall forreal it was a minor shock, because no one really thought she ever would.Mr. Jacobs was a semi-regular in her department. He had left. Mr. Valpor relaxed a bit but still found half his mind disrobing the girl who talked about Carrie Nation. When she left the building, disappointed, Vixen almost bumped into James Victor, the boy whose face she had drawn. She was not aware of it, of course, but he had been following her. “Hi,” he said. “You going to lunch?” “Yep.” She was very unhappy since her English teacher, on whom she had wasted so much energy and a fairly obvious invitation, did not seem interested. “How about Stew’s?”. When Terry first dated her, she varied from minimally interested, to passionate. As their friendship grew, she confided that at the time, she was most excited by male teenagers. She had never had any actual encounters or problems, but that was one reason she stopped teaching.In the new culture, Terry thought she might be very good for the young adults. She wasn't romantically attached to them, but also had no intention of hurting them. In the present situation, he thought she could make it.