"I'm not sure there's much we can do." Your turn. Tell me about your day."I told her about Beazley and the reporter. "Where's Patrick?" Reading." Read...ng? Did I miss something?" He calls it reading. He's in the playpen and recites a story while turning pages. He gets the first 'Ant and Bee' right most of the time." Our boy genius!" I need to look at your arm." I took off my shirt and Weena examined the angry-looking swathe. "You've overdone it." I guess so. I wore the sling most of the time.". ..That's right...I'll be home late...We're going to eat here" A sly smile washed over her face"The Reverend has to work on Sundays sermon...No Mom...He doesn't want to come over for dinner...See you later....Love you...Bye."What was all that about? I'm not working on my Sermon. Its finished, I thought to myself. "Janie. Can you come in here a second?" She appeared in the doorway, her blouse totally unbuttoned, breasts barely covered, that sly smile still on her pretty face. "What's going. Susan, Kevin's mom, was acting fairly normal, or at least she seemed to bemost of the time, moving, talking and even smoking like she normally did.But every once in a while, she'd do something that didn't fit. Mostly whenshe didn't see Jamie nearby or realize he was there. Sometimes by justdoing something that Kevin would, or just forgetting things.Jamie was amazed that his best friend and his best friends mom had tradedbodies. He managed to pick up a few more clues about what happened. It became quiet when they too accepted the rubber gags.The curtain behind the four restrained bodies opened. They couldn’tturn to see it but could feel the gentle breeze of the open air and hearthe low conversation of a small crowd. The whipping ceremony was a publicperformance. A voice from the stage addressed the gathered ‘witnesses’ toexplain the crimes and punishments. About two dozen men and women fromthe town watched and listened intently as the police chief read out.