Died ... in Istanbul.”“Dead.”The tears forming her eyes were all too honest. “Yes ... we were caught in the bombing. A building collapsed wher... we’d taken shelter ... he ... he was ... killed...” She let the emotion come through, hoping her genuine sadness covered her thinly-veiled lie.Danielson stared at her a moment. “Hmm.”Tamara said nothing else, attempting to slow her tears, feeling all to well the loss of the man, even if she knew he was not actually dead.“Tell me what happened from the. We’ll get him some help and he’ll be right back in the saddle, working his part of the territory just like you and Moses.”“Tell Judge Parker to find us the best doctor there is for our friend. I don’t care what it costs.”“I will, Eli. He’ll do all he can, I know he will.”Jefferson saddled his horse Eli had gotten him and led it to the back porch. He never left the house without speaking to Rose.“You’re leaving early today?” she asked as he stepped upon the back porch to give her a hug and a. I wasdying to start reading, to explore this world, to see what other peoplehad to say about girlish boys and their mothers. Mothers who knew about,and encouraged their sons!I tore through those books, reading them every chance I had. Each onewas a gem, an entrance into a magic world. I must have read each book adozen times. Some, like My Son the Bridesmaid, I read so many times thatI probably had it memorized. I loved the gradual, incrementaltransformation of the boy by his mother, in a. Monet then called Carl over to look at a picture in herfashion magazine that showed a woman in a corset, stockings and heels.She asked him, "Do you find that sexy?"Carl responded, "I don't know?" What do you mean you don't know, are you gay?" rudely replied Mrs.Monet."No! I am not gay and I think that woman does look sexy!" Carlinterjected."Well, you don't have to get smart with me young man, go finish yourhomework!" yelled Mrs. Monet."Yes, mother dearest." Carl said sheepishly.Carl was now.