I started writing "Kathy and the Senior Trip" but didn't get very far with it. I didn't go on our senior trip so I have no idea what the trip was like... I need to do some research. The seniors from my class went to Washington, D.C., but I have no idea what they did, where they stayed or how the chaperones handled things like keeping an eye on their charges in the evenings. Were the rooms all on one floor and the chaperones took turns sitting out in the hallway to make sure the boys and girls. .." She pulled away a bit, twisted, and laid a hand on each of my shoulders so she could look into my eyes. "Gerry, I think I fell in love with you the first time I saw you, when you came to visit Lilac. I didn't think you'd ever be interested in me, even if I'd wanted to take you away from her. Then, when she died ... there was a sort of connection, but I just wanted to be with you as much as I could, though..."I silenced her with a kiss. When I broke it, she opened her mouth to start talking. Perhaps he could do that and then they could have real lunch? She was open to an offer, but no offer was forthcoming. He raised his golfer’s hat, said ‘Good-day to you Miss,’ and then walked away, picking up his soft carry-bag from the heap of luggage just unloaded from the cargo bay. Kissma was peeved – he could at least had gathered her five bags for her and arranged portage. She did that herself and to her dismay found the volunteer porters would carry only one bag each – ‘Union rules’ one. 'Ken looked up at the ceiling.'Of course, she is in her bedroom.'Ken quickly moved out of the downstairs spare room and up the stairs to Jenny's room. Knocking on the door, he waited for a response. When he did not get any answer to his knock, he pushed the broken door open. Looking around the empty room, he did not see her.'Amy she is not here ... Wait, I think I know where she is, she's in her bedroom closet.'Walking over to the closet, he knocked on the door."Jen, it's me, Ken. What's wrong,.