She was relieved when he pulled her towards him again and wrapped a protective arm around her waist. Without being able to see or use her arms to stea...y her it was a lot easier having someone to lean against who was holding her upright. They were no longer driving as quickly, amazingly the sirens seems to have abated but she could hear a helicopter above. The way the van was moving seemed to change they were driving slowly, and they seemed to turn a corner every few seconds. She was still. Riding motorcycles was merely a dream for snowed-under residents of Albion, Indiana in February 1978 and we were primed to make the move 2000 miles west to the land of cactus, dry heat and wintertime daily highs of 68 degrees. Dad went out ahead of us in April 1978. Mom, Jim and I stayed behind to finish the school year, sell the house and load the rental truck. I was a junior at Central Noble High School—home of the Cougars, as if anybody gives a fuck because I sure as hell didn’t—and Jim was. Once back Abi scampered upstairs only to head back down saying the bathroom was occupied and could she use the one in the other wing to which I gave my assent as I wandered through to the sound of voices on the patio."Hello, Dad," came Tom's voice as I made my appearance, followed by Dora standing and curtseying."Relax, Dora," I chuckled as Mrs Harris appeared with tea and biscuits."I'll get you a cup as well, sir and brew another pot," she said when she saw me."Thank you, Mrs Harris. You're a. Lips shivering, body shivering, I wanted to kiss her but didn’t. She was looking so cute, innocently beautiful. She was expecting me to kiss her, her lips turned and twisted that way. But I didn’t kiss her at all. A minute later she opened her eyes, she looked at me questioningly and I smiled back. She was frustrated so she said to leave her and let her go. I smiled and said, I wasn’t holding her at all. She looked towards her body and found I wasn’t holding her at all. Her eyes were down and.