I’d restored it and kept it putting along in the air for over fifteen years. I thought I’d just go up a while and listen to the propeller beating ...gainst the wind. Maybe I’d do a loop over to Auburn and visit the Cord Museum. I was still a little numb. I’d invested so much of my life, my being, in that church.“You aren’t going without me,” Bea said from behind me. She was dressed for flying in neat slacks and a blouse so we could stop to eat or shop anywhere. She carried a small case that I. So I drove to the small storage locker in Jackson before the meeting. I had moved my gun safe, and the stash there the year before. I also had room for some other things. For instance I had my collection of old case files. I had no desire to look through them at the moment, but who knows I might write a book one day. This journal will be good practice for that, I thought.Since I collected two grand in cash on Thursday, I had it over night at the house. It didn’t concern me, but it was something. She called me 2 days after the results were released and told me to that she’d be expecting me by 7pm. I got to her place promptly at 7 and she opened the door for me. She was wearing a well worn jeans and a shirt that was tied around her midriff. And she was frowning. I followed her into her living room and sat down. She sat down opposite me. “How was your result?” she asked me. “It's okay.” “Straight As as usual” she asked rhetorically I looked at her and said nothing. She stared at me for a. Men seemed to want to help him, as if he wasn't capable of performing any task. At first he had thought it was because of his injury, but even now that he was well on the way to recovery, he was still treated the same.Even worse was the way men ogled his body. It was quite a beautiful body, Paul knew. His own reactions to being mentally undressed by every passing man were a little schizophrenic. On the one hand, he was embarrassed and angry, but on the other he treated it as a compliment. On.