It was TMI. Something flipped in the young lad's mind and his secret, dark and sometimes violent thoughts blended with his anger at the bitch demons t...rmenting him. His mother and i-Bad the bitch demons were bringing out his own demons."You're just as bad as her, mum. You want to help? Okay, you asked for it and I think you have it coming." Dom wasn't himself right now. Teenaged angst, insecurity, macho-hormone driven urges and most of all utter humiliation drove him, temporarily, out of his. " She knows we're getting married, Kenny." Then there isn't any harm in waiting until after you deliver, and she graduates. I want her to know we're already married before she decides if she wants to do this or not." Mama's already talked with her about it, just to feel her out a little for us. She thinks Brenda would agree if you're the one that asks her." Joyce, you and Mama seem determined to create problems for me by acting on your own when I've asked you not to do that. If that's what you. The sound of the wind blew softly through the trees, as though to caress and calm each fragile leaf. Closing his eyes, the deathly silence, broken only by the loving chorus of birdsong, calmed him. Wiping his now sodden cheeks, he turns to leave. Trudging his way up the grassy slope to the road, he pauses. A lone figure peering out from behind a mausoleum was staring directly at him. The figure, dressed in black, had his features covered by a low worn baseball cap. Desperately throwing his hand. "I just wanted ta tell ya, tomorrow mornin', I want ya ta start learnin ta run the heavy equipment. When ya get goin good on it, we'll get ya trained on the backhoe and the side boomer. A 4 dollar an hour raise comes with it. MR. JACKSON!!! Is that okay with you?" Francis could hardly believe his ears. He was fighting NOT to show his emotion. "Thank You, Mr. Landis. I'll try to make ya proud o' me. I PROMISE!!!" Carl reached over and patted him on the back. "I know, Son. That's why I'm givin'.