“Maybe you should try and find you an older woman, willing to teach you the ropes.”“Yeah,” I replied, “But I don’t know any older women- j...st the girls in high school.”Pam didn’t miss a beat.“You know me,” she shot back.“But you’re married,” I argued.“Just because I’m married, doesn’t mean I am dead,” Pam replied.Damn.Pam let off the accelerator and proffered a wink in my direction. I was floored. I didn’t know how to respond.“Have I embarrassed you?” Pam asked as she looked in my direction.“Ok. But my chest didn't hurt so bad anymore.I found Deb, and drove north till I got to Bragg. That there day, the first day that I was eighteen, I volunteered for the army. Just like that. Course I phoned Daddy to tell him what I was doing, and he said he'd tell Momma for me.I spent six years in the army. Went there, and did that. Got a tattoo on a whim – it was on my right forearm and was a compass without a needle. Didn't matter where I was, compasses still didn't work for me, and I still found. Her beautiful face was gaunt and pale. Her hair had fallen out weeks ago, even her eyebrows and eyelashes. She lay shivering under a down comforter on her couch although the living room felt uncomfortably warm to me. Thank goodness the chemo was effective and the round of tests after the third cycle had shown she was free of the disease, but she had to complete the full six cycles anyway and the chemo was ravaging her body. My heart hurt for her.“Sara,” she rasped. “Amelia said that she asked. He headed down the small set of stairs to the ground and came around the side of the small house, his kayak was already banging up against the small storage room built under the house. He pulled it around and stuffed it as best as he could in the small shed. Next he took the bicycle and chained it to a pole that held up the stairs. Finally after what seemed like an eternity, he headed back into the house, time to close the shutters. as he closed the first shutter to his bedroom window, he heard.