"I donot know. _That_ is what I have been thinking about all day."* * * * * "Once Amy gets a man to keep` She'll be alone when not asleep.` ... But until that day her life's her own;` Her wedding gown is still unsewn." "Whenever dance hall girls kick high,` They never ask the how and why.` When love goes wrong, they hardly cry;` The tune of love is not a lie."Jessie finished the song with a flourish and bowed low to a round ofapplause as a few more coins joined the. ” I said.“Oh, can I learn to make the thunder also.”“Yes I will teach you, just give me some time, but it is not as easy we make it look. It takes a lot of practice to be good.” I said.“But Challa seems to do just as well as you, and she only hunted one day alone with you.” Milta said.I just rolled my eyes in response to that one little remark. “Challa tried the weapon, and was just a little lucky. That sometimes happens, remember Challa was a hunter with her old camp also. Plus being an. And you've turned that around completely. You're an inspiring symbol of hope for the continuation of the species."I'd come around to the idea that I was essentially a good person and had a lot to contribute to a relationship. The idea that I inspired hope for the continuation of the species was flat out absurd. It was so absurd I couldn't come up with a response.I was surprised at how exhausted I was when we got home. We hadn't been involved in any strenuous physical activity. I never realized. Bare feet placed firmly on the peach, shag rug as she turned and bent over the bathtub, fingers lacing about the knobs of the faucet. Warm water filled the bathtub as she delicately stepped inside. Her soft, blissful humming filling the small white room as her form sat down. A piece of paper sat by the sink, words scrawled almost illegible upon its thin blue lines. She had read it three times before being satisfied with what she had written. A satisfied smirk upon those pale, rose petal, lips.