" Lane beamed?Cindy smiled.First, Lane was the one who was naked during the films, she waswearing usually her tight little striped shirts or tube tops...andthen there was the other reason she enjoyed the camera. Cindy senther copy of the clips to her father's e-mail?ReverendB@East_Pentecostal.organd to as many e-mail addresses in the congregation as Cindy couldremember. Good way for Pa to see what his princess was doing withthe education that he had refused to pay for.At some point, Lane had. Good! Well, fortunately there’s a lift so if you’ll follow me!”I must admit I was a bit nervous about seeing Diana. Even though I was really over her, and we’d talked about it, there was the undeniable fact I was in awe of her from the moment we met. You’ve probably never met someone as kind and confident as her. Just as confident? Well, yes, if you’ve met Caroline Keller, then you have. Just as kind? Well, I’d married the one woman alive who was just as kind. But both? No, there is only one. Have *you* heard the good news brother? Trying not to sleepwalk, I’m confronted presently with my own splintering perception as the virus enters terminal stage, vaulting me from one universe to the next without the faintest hope of slowing, assaulted with the intricacies of ten thousand different points of view at once. I now see how we assume personal identities like masks & wait to be found out, itching for the next round so we can play more dress up. The injustice of it all is old hat & we. When they came to take him, I went with the others to a small private waiting room. We didn’t talk at all while we were there. We just watched the door and at least on my part, I prayed. It was the first time I’d done that since Uncle Sammy got sick and I’d felt that it hadn’t worked. But I didn’t have anything else I could do that would help so I did that much. After about an hour, a doctor came in. He said that Uncle Dar was in Post Op and was doing fine. They’d gotten the bullet fragment out.