Babs wasn't as good about carrying her stuff but, as long as one of us had those things, it would probably be okay.We took it easy and walked toward t...e hills behind our house holding hands. We hadn't gone in this direction very far before. Over the first small hill, we found an old dirt road and followed it for a couple of miles. I didn't know who owned the property or properties where we were. It was pretty land but not easily accessible. Dad seemed to know something about it. We had talked. "You'll never get away with it - you don't have a clue how to be me!" Of course I do," the new Ronnie said smoothly. She then talked abouther clothes and family with great ease and familiarity.At the same time the ex-Ronnie felt some of these memories fading andhard to grasp, and began remembering the horrible life 'he' led in aterrible home that leaked when it rained and the winter cold could notbe kept out and the summer heat was horrible without air conditioning!He started crying."Look at. “Oh, yes, forgive me. I’m rather distracted. Do you happen to know the hour?” he asked, craning his head back, looking at the heavens. I pulled my pocketwatch from my pocket and checked.“It is nearly eleven sharp, my good sir,” I said.“Oh, no, Sharpe is the alchemist,” he said.“I beg your pardon?” I asked.Winde smiled at me. “That is the issue – there’s no Pardon to beg.”I thought I heard capital letters in that sentence where I would not expect them. I smiled, ever so slightly. “Pardon is your. We filed out at the end of class. Typically this would be where Kendall and I left the group to go on to our other classes together. Today the girls gathered around Kendall, with Wes and me standing just outside their ring of three.To my surprise, Hayley took Kendall into her arms for a hug, then stood close, holding her by the elbows."What's the matter, sweetheart?" she crooned. "You look so unhappy." Wes and I looked uncomfortably at each other, while Cynthia stood close and rubbed Kendall's.