" I remember Magruder too," I said. "A fine pinch-hitter some time back, reminded me of Dusty Rhodes. How's that for a memory stretcher?" Lives on the...Eastern Shore now, Magruder does. I'll see if he's interested. And there is a young man at Stanford, an assistant out there who is doing some exciting things with TV tape and computers, very analytical. Modeling he calls it." He took a small PDA from his inside pocket and made a note for himself. "They were the college series again this year,. Suddenly while she was wiping her tears her cleavage became more visible and I could see tears and sweat dripping into her cleavage. She saw me looking at it and I still had my hand on her waist.Somehow I couldn’t control and leaned forward. I couldn’t tell what she was like thinking but she had stopped crying and was just staring at me. As soon I was close to hugging her she stopped me and said that it is not right. I said I will treat her right and she deserves to be happy.Also I promised to. Those, we don't worry about; it's the ones that aren't shouting that have us worried."The Lieutenant nodded the Sergeant towards the window. "Look out there and tell me what you see, Gunny."The Gunnery Sergeant looked out for a few moments and then shrugged. "A building. Approaching night. A river. I'm not sure what you're asking me, Lieutenant." Okay, maybe a different question," Capstan murmured. "What don't you see out there, Gunny? You know what I don't see? I don't see protesters. I don't. "I didn't turn into your mom," she told me in my mom's voice. "I AMyour mom. I've always been your mom."I just blinked in surprise. "What?" Go home," she ordered me coldly. "NOW. We need to have a littletalk."Then she looked at the piece of paper which Richie had dropped on thefloor in his mad dash to escape and it suddenly blackened and crumbledaway to dust. She nodded faintly then began to fade away, doing theexact reverse of what she'd done when she'd appeared a couple minutesago. .