I moved the contents of Ann’s CD to my laptop’s hard drive and looked for the file she said she had written just for me. There was a file named: �...�Beloved.’ Reading it brought tears to my eves. I felt so totally and completely loved. I tracked Ann down and gave her a long soft kiss and a longer hug. We melded together. If we hadn’t just made love I would have carted her off to bed. She knew it. As I returned to the den I found myself thinking: ‘She is easy to love, all of the Wells girls are. " Y-you don't want me to do anything," she stuttered... "You know -- with this guy." No," I said thinking hard. "But I'll be wanting you to do anything I say without question, can you do that?" Yes, of course," she said. "Like what?" I don't know as yet," I mused. "We'll see what comes up. Now show me this the picture he sent you." I tore it up," she said."Well, get me the pieces," I demanded.It was only in four pieces so it was easy to put together again using tape. It was in black and white,. This was in large part because of Tom's superior intelligence, compared to their father. Tom would answer their questions and listen to their troubles as if he enjoyed helping, rather than treating the conversations as a core. The result was the formation of a happy family that was the envy of the rest of the train.Mostly, the trek across Nebraska was a period of utter boredom interspersed with intervals of absolute terror. There wasn't much to do during the long periods of walking except to. We made out all right with the antiques, didn't we? Do you have any idea what those glass pieces are worth? The house next door is rented to the town librarian and her friend. Mrs. Nixon says they're contended and not going anywhere. Did you hear me say that he'll forgive our debt? We'll be in clover." What about operating funds? Is he leaving us his bank accounts?" The cash on hand is minimal. Mrs. Nixon said he cleaned out his accounts and sent everything to his daughter. He must have had a.