“I admit that, but we couldn’t have found a better for us than you two. You both are great lovers, but you aren’t going to tell anyone either. ...Hell you can’t even admit it to yourselves.”“It’s more complicated than that,” I said.“It doesn’t have to be. Just come see us when you are free all night. We will work out something with you individually for other times. You can be baby sitters for each other,” Happy explained. “We would prefer both of you, but we can take one at a time.” “Happy I. Do you plan to work with your father until he retires?Please continue to write me. I shall endeavor to answer you promptly.Best regards,Tommy[/INDENT]The two exchanged letters on a regular basis for months. Tommy wrote several times a week, and Diane answered each one immediately. At times, they had two or three different letters and responses going at once, due to the slow travel of international mail.Two weeks passed since Tommy's last letter. Diane waited for the postman every day. . Y'know, make hay in the sunshine. Get y'sef some plans made. Think on how t'use that little ole piece a'the Lord's land. Mark your corners. Turn over some dirt. Get y'sef started."Toward the end of March the Williams family sold off the right to cut timber in half of their woodlot to pay for the coming wedding. Annie had been right: her beau had proposed on Christmas night and had given her a pair of diamond earrings to mark the event. She wore them to bed for a week and nearly panicked when. ” Brad looked at the bartender for a reaction. “You have a criminal record?” Brad cleared his throat. “Battery and use of fighting words in Cordele, Georgia.” Brad sighed. “Spent a week in jail and paid a three hundred dollar fine.” “Did you start the fight?” The bartender still hadn’t looked directly at Brad. “Yeah, I did. Some guy called a lady I was talking to, a whore,” said Brad, “I called him a son-of-a-bitch and broke his nose.” The bartender smirked. “Turned out he was the husband.