"Kelly's face bore a look of bewilderment. "No, it was a young woman thatgave me the blade."It was I," The girl tried to explain. "I... for us to surv...ve, I wasforced to change." You are that woman?" Yes, I was but no longer. For both of us to survive we both had todrastically change. The room for our souls to exist together wasinsufficient, I had to either lose part of myself or change so that mywhole being could fit within the space that existed. Your changes arejust as evident." The girl. Johnson . . . I know some of that goes on here but I dont do the extra curricular stuff. But if you ask one of the other girls . . . I dont want one of those skanks. I want the little knockout that was in my class 4 years ago. I thought you were gorgeous then, and you have only gotten sexier. Tell me what you want Katrina. I will make it worth your while. He said in a pleading voice. Katrina could see his shoulders heaving with his heavy breaths. Mr. Johnson I really, truly dont do that. I . .. So my dad all so accept the offer and go sit. Without know there intention . They said playing rule that they farmed to tap my dad and mom.The rules was he bet all his belonging his as bet to the match. The game point was 320. But they are all four twenties. If one win the match that betting property will belongs to winners. My dad have lot of confidence in his game. So he didn’t think anything he accept the rules.The game starts. Starting my dad plays good. But after few hours he starts to. That’s why we have the process. Two more people before we head to El Dorado.”From there, we traveled to my mom’s mother, Georgia Martha Thomas-Jefferson, who had outlived her husband and children. She was about 88 years old, and I hoped still stout enough to remember at least some info we can follow up on, somewhere else.After a knock on the door, I said, “Grandma Georgia, it’s me, Jeff – Laura’s son.”I hadn’t seen her in ages. She came to the door, looking very spry for being as old as I knew.