That dark hair was velvety soft and flowed through my fingers easily. She took good care of her hair. I was letting myself get distracted. Her pain wa... so deep that it scared me, but I couldn't let her bear that burden all by herself. There had to be some kind of hope, something that could allow her to be free of it, or at least find purchase to make it easier to carry. If she shared it, I would help her carry it. I had to find a way to let her know that it was okay to share it. Maybe if I gave. One of the other girls called, "What, Linda?" You gotta hear this, guys. It makes what Kevin did look like an amateur. I'll read it—it's from a bystander—it's about these kids fighting off participating in the Program last year and this post tells what happened. This was a big school so it looks like they ran three couples from each class each week so they could get to everybody." She began.The Program came to our school in the middle of last year. They only began it at the start of the spring. What did you do?"He said it almost like he knew she was keeping something from him. "There's nothing to tell," she said almost forcefully, "Why do you keep asking that?" Just curious," his voice was pained, and Heidi was instantly contrite for snapping at him."I'm going to go now, I need to put Fitz down for the night," Heidi made an excuse to get off the phone."Oh, okay then. I'll see you soon." Yep, Bye." She hung up the phone. Heidi sat heavily down on the bed, feeling like she was digging. I turned on the circuit breaker marked cookhouse and open the water valve marked cook. The outside lights were all on to the shed, bunkhouse and cookhouse. Back in the shack the water was running in the sink, shower, and the toilets were full. I could hear the water heater filling up. There was a six burner electric range, two refrigerators and two freezers. I plugged in one refrigerator, and it started. It was almost 6, and I called Bill. He was 50 miles north and heading back to base. I asked.