It was not that I didn’t like to chat, I just liked my privacy while doing laundry. So not to be rude I set my basket on the top of the washer next ...o hers and turned towards the soap machines to get a box of soap.When I got back to the machine I noticed that the t-shirt I had on the top of my clothes was laying half out of the basket. Ashley looked me in the eyes and said, “I see you have some delicates in your basket, I added a panty to it since that is the only one I have, hope you don’t. ... Oh, my God. I just described myself. Hold up one moment, dear reader. I need to email my therapist.Anyway. Ahem. Where was I?Christy rang my doorbell around 3:10 and I let her in. She kissed me hello, which was a nice indicator. I wasn’t sure if things would stay physical after avoiding each other on Saturday.“Come in!” I said. I motioned for her to sit on the sofa in the living room.She joked, “I’m gonna gonna leave my clothes on for a bit.”“Suit yourself. Want anything? I haven’t been. ..I will defiantly try that again." then out of nowhere, Vanessa said "Which part?" as she was pulling up her jeans. Carol stood up and found her panties then said "Every single last one of them." then smiled. I looked over at Vanessa who looked happy, and we all finished putting on our clothes. We went downstairs, and asked which boxes did she want us to start with. She looked confused and I knew why. "Carol, we said we were going to help you unpack, and like Carmen told you, we will. It was imperative that each bullet Jonathan and Sam Jr., used hit its target. A miss, and there might not be any food on the table. Sam, Jr., was a very good shot. Jonathan was a lot better. When one of the brothers killed a turkey or deer, they would often sell it for money to buy flour, sugar, coffee, and of course, more bullets. Rabbits, squirrels and birds provided the bulk of the food that kept the family alive. One thing Jonathan’s Mom had insisted on, though, was that both boys complete.