I ended up following him though, hoping he would put me out of my misery. It was his apartment building I was crying in front of. ‘My name’s Mich...el,’ he told me as he let me into his apartment. I didn’t believe him at first. Nobody gives their real names around this town, nobody. I checked his mailbox later on, he was telling the truth. He tried to get me to talk. I just didn’t feel like it at first. He had this beautiful porcelain doll that looked a lot like I did when I was a kid. It had. The day after my "marriage" to his mother, Green Leaf, Alice and I began training Strong Arm in the proper use of the atlatl. Strong Arm lived up to his name—he could launch a spear 35 yards without breaking a sweat. All he needed was practice to become an expert with the atlatl.That afternoon, Alice took him on a short hunting expedition to look for elk. "Hunting" was almost a misnomer for Alice, since her AI could predict with considerable accuracy where to find any game she wanted. Alice. We'll have to do something else, though I should just make you spend he evening by yourself. You're such a ditz sometimes Fred!" I said I was sorry! I had to stop for gas." You had plenty of time earlier." Well, my watch stopped working." Cindy had given him the watch for Christmas. It worked fine until he had dropped it into the sink."I'm tired of your excuses, Fred. Something has to teach you to pay more attention." She was watching out the window as they drove slowly through town. Fred. Rhonda's face was pressed against the passenger window of Donna's old Mercedes as the two slowly followed their parents. Tears were streaming from Rhonda's eyes and the window was fogging. I don't think Donna was in any better shape and she wiped her eyes so she could see to pull out onto the highway.It had been a week-and-a-half since we got the news that they were moving. Rhonda and I spent all the time we could together and with the rest of our girlfriends and boyfriends. I helped her pack..