.. if you like.” Without waiting for a reply from me, she joined in with the choir and the rest of the congregation in song. Listening to this large...group of people, I could really tell they were a musically inclined church.When the music minister led the church in an upbeat rendition of Amazing Grace, it confirmed my belief that this church was blessed with a great group of talented singers. At the conclusion of this great song, Pastor Jim went up on the stage, and made the church. Out of nowhere Sarah piped up “Kelley, you have a big glob of something in your hair; it looks like the milk cow slobbered on you”.Kelley’s hands went right to her hair. When she felt the glob, she knew exactly what it was, and it had nothing to do with a cow. She pulled it from her hair and wiped it on her jeans. “I can’t believe that cow slung her slobbers in my hair.” As she looked down a noticeable wet spot appeared in the crotch of her jeans as her brother’s semen began to leak from her. Three days, I reminded myself, almost grinning.“Yeah, just like old times,” I said.“Just like old times,” she echoed quietly.We walked for a while in silence. Surprising nostalgia coursed through me as I remembered happier walks with Julie on the beach.“How are you doing?” she asked at last.I shrugged. “Better,” I admitted.The closer we got to the issue we were skirting, the more awkward the silence became.“I guess you got my letter,” she said, all in a rush.“Yeah.”“I’m not with Brian. ”“Well, you can’t,” Jane said.“I’m going to walk around to the back of your house...”Jane was not a lawyer and her understanding of the law was pretty basic. She knew that government officials couldn’t just walk around on private property performing a search without an appropriate search warrant. She wasn’t even sure if a dog catcher could even get a search warrant. There was no way that she was going to let someone who hadn’t even shown her official identification walk around on her.