Rudolph is happy as are we. The class continues though neither couple travels every weekend any more. We do have and enjoy guests. Our home has plenty...of space for visitors. Suzie-Q has spent this semester at Larry’s college taking courses that will transfer back when she returns after the first of the year.Larry’s parents have even improved though Suzie-Q admits that his father will never catch her far from Larry. Everyone is coming to our house for Thanksgiving. Karen and Melissa are. "Oh, that.s so...Well, let's just say it's the type of response I'd expectfrom a slime bucket like you." Her hand came off the shifter and made a'Who cares' gesture. She tried to hold back the words, the recriminationsfor what else he had done."I'll mention one more thing to you", she said tightly. "One name. SaraCarver"Doug thought quickly. Sara. Sara Carver. He remembered the case."Yes, I..."She cut him off."Shut the fuck up!! I don't want to hear your BS justification of yourdecision to. Without a word I grabbed her arm and pulled her into my room, closing the door behind her. We just stood there without speaking for several minutes. She was still looking straight at the floor, holding her arms tightly around her body. Her normally beautiful hair hung straggled around her as she stared at her feet. She looked like I felt, and it was obvious that we had been thinking the exact same things.I opened my mouth to speak, still unsure of what I was going to say when her body started. The fences were gone and so were the flocks of chickens. The blacksmith shop where Jefferson had sought information on the way into town was closed and the forge dark and cold.Seth saw a few shell holes and several freshly dug graves near the road. Small groups of black soldiers wearing white rags around their mouths and noses were collecting bodies and digging graves. The front door of the old church hung by a single hinge. Scraps of torn clothing, broken pottery and empty picture frames.