With another massive lurch and drop, the plane turned and the sunlight--some of it--moved past me. My legs were suddenly chilly as the warmsunlight ab...ndoned me. I shivered, but at that moment being cold wasless vexing than the increasing headache and queasiness in my stomach. Ifelt like I was going to throw up again, so I pressed my palms againstmy eyes.The plane rolled again and its other side lifted up, banging my headagainst the window one more time. When it settled down squarely,. Are you having sweats, or throwing up, or anything?" No. Uh, look, this is kind of embarrassing, but I've been having trouble with wet dreams." Yes, I saw you this morning."What kind of deal is that? I felt sick. Mom, though, seemed to be taking it matter-of-factly. "Is this something else from your injection?" she asked."Yeah, that's what Nurse Nystrom says." So if you don't have enough sex, you have a wet dream? " Yeah. It happened yesterday in Spanish class," I admitted."Oh my, even during. ." Sharon interrupted piteously, and then was sorry she had spoken. Her husband turned to her again with new venom, enraged that she seemed to be defending her lover, and he reached for her brutally, pulling viciously on her long hair."Oughhhhh!" she sobbed helplessly, "Stop, please, Ron, you're hurting me..." Listen to me..." the naked banker began again, but was cut short by the young husband's shout."You stay out of this! This has to do with me and... and this slut!"Sharon winced from his. To avoid a public scandal, he accepted a corporate position in Shawnee Mission. I only knew that we had moved away very abruptly.My mother really loved my father. That, and for the sake of me and my two siblings, she decided to not seek a divorce. They remained together until he passed from a sudden heart attack five years ago. My mother remained grief-stricken until her passing six months ago.Now here I was, a forty-year-old bachelor trying to rediscover my roots. I had visited the cemetery.