Albright stopped what she was doing and turned to face the young man. She had a wickedly sinister look about her and was smiling oddly. "A couple of t...ts?" she asked, her smile broadening."Tits? No...did I say tits?" Devon stammered. "No, no, no...I meant to say Cokes. We need a couple of Cokes." Are you sure?" the mother asked, devilishly. "I think I've got either. Which would you rather have?" As she questioned the boy, she pushed her arms together, tightening the fabric over her bosom. The. And, honestly, I wouldn’t blame you for hating me. I just…”“Mom, stop. I love you. I love you more than the world itself. I’ll forgive you for whatever it is. Whatever secret. Just let it out.”My mom’s eyes began to fill with tears. “I’m not your mother.” She buried her head in her hands and began to sob.“WHAT?” She didn't say anything. She just kept crying into her hands. “Mom, answer me! What do you mean you’re not my mother??”She lifted her head from her lap and looked at me with her red,. It was kind of funny the way I never had to ask about McCall in any saloon. He was the major topic of conversation, and almost everyone of the talkers had claimed to have seen him someplace else. Most of the talk placed him in Carlsbad, so I headed that way. Humph! New Mexico Territory looked enough like Texas along here that it could have fooled me. Oh, well, at least I was going somewhere with a purpose.I was still traveling with my customary three horses, one to ride, a spare, and a pack. In return, Sandra hugged Melinda also tighter and tried to comfort her. She made soothing sounds and let Melinda calm down again.When Sandra felt how Melinda's grip lessened, she also let go so Melinda could look at her again."I'm sorry," Sandra said with real compassion in her voice."Thanks," Melinda said sadly."Have you talked about this with anyone?" Sandra wanted to know."Only Janet knows about this." Why don't you ask some help from ... well, the cops maybe?" I can't. What they are doing.