“How about you?”Tara threw her bag down and gave me a mischievous grin. “Honestly?” She hesitated, and then continued. “I had a hard time co...centrating today. I kept thinking about, you know…yesterday.”I wasn’t sure what that meant. Maybe she was feeling regret. I tried to find out more. “What were your thinking about it? I mean, did it make you uncomfortable?”“No, no, not at all. Absolutely not,” she said with a bigger grin. “It’s the opposite – I enjoyed it. I just couldn’t get my mind off. The single women's home is at 5 o'clock. Our latrines are at 7 o'clock and next to them at 8 o'clock are the washhouse and hot water drum; there is a slight drop in the ground behind all the buildings at this side of the village.Our new home is 9-30 and 10 o'clock. Finally the cabin is at 11-30, with a pathway between our house and the cabin to the stream.The 92nd day came and there was no sign at all the time warp ever existed, I checked and rechecked my dates and every time the date came out. He smiled. Amy, Joe and JoJo's daughter, was just of college age now, and JoJo had a collection of darling dresses and pink gowns sheathed in plastic hanging in the attic."How 'bout this?" Joe said, pointing to a slatted circular tub of weathered gray wood.JoJo laughed. "What is it?" Beats me," Joe answered. "Maybe some kind of cider press. See the hole down here. I bet that's where the juice would drip."JoJo studied the hole. "I don't know," she said. "I guess we could make it into a. Susan got a real bad reputation at school. Everyone talked about her. I never told Mom.It was shortly after Red and Susan were going out steadily. I was in the kitchen fixing an after-school snack when I heard Mom challenge Susan with, "My God, Susan! You just came from the school, and you aren't wearing panties? Is that Red's doing, too?"Susan shot back, "Christ, Bonnie, you're as bad as those fucking kids. What are you doing looking up my skirt? Are you turning queer on me?" I was not looking.