" Bear chuckled when he translated the last part but Ben continued. "Both of you ride behind for now. You need to get to know each other if you're goi...g to ride with me. Walking Elk, you need to understand Han. Han, you need to learn to understand Walking Elk, even if it means learning Cherokee. Riding together will allow you to learn about each other." Ben's tone didn't allowed argument.Walking Elk was mumbling something in Cherokee as he dropped back. Han was muttering something too but Ben. ’ She wandered to the tank of butterflies and stared. They floated, red, orange, pearly light reflecting on her face. Their mouths opened and closed with the rhythm I had memorized. I leaned forward and pinched her cheeks, forcing her lips into a fish face. ‘Glub glub.’ ‘Fuck off,’ she laughed. That night I dreamed about Ruth. I had just built a bookshelf for my den, and spent most of the evening organizing my books. Steinbeck. Salinger. No, Salinger comes before. Tartt. Hemingway. Some. The woman was about five foot six, wearing low heels, a tight skirt that ended above her knees, and a top that showed off her pleasant sized breasts. Long wavy dark hair that hung beneath her shoulders. A sexy youngish woman.The Pastor was sitting behind his desk waiting for me nervously. He looked quite surprised when he saw his wife was my companion for this visit.“Hello, Pastor, how are you today?” I asked.He grunted out a response. “What are you doing here, Julia?” he asked his wife.“I. She smiled a mischievous smile and said she wouldn’t miss it for the world. As she walked away, I had an odd feeling that she was playing a joke on me. It was at that moment that I felt something in my blazer pocket. There was a disposable razor, a hotel key and a note written by Kathy. The note said there was something waiting for me in the hotel that would allow me to catch up on all of the sacrifices I might have needed to make in order to graduate early.When I got to the hotel room, I found.