“It's just nice to finally be home. How did everything go?” his mom said, sitting down at the counter with him.“It went well. I just hung out an... enjoyed myself.”“That’s good, thanks again for staying here. I’m sure you had better things going on, but we are glad you looked after the place,” his dad said, shaking his hand.“Anytime, I look forward to doing it again,” Jacob said with a devious grin.He thought a lot about those last three words, and about the events that unfolded the last few. “I know we spoke about this yesterday, while digging the graves,” Big Ed stated as a preamble to what he had to say next, “but those Negroes of yours can’t stay here. I don’t mind them, but we’re still in Missouri. There are people hereabouts, who don’t cotton to any person who isn’t white. You’ve already told me that they’re heading west, and I think that’s a great idea; however, whether you know it or not, the road west is long and hard. Those Negroes are greenhorns, at best. To make it. She pushed herself up, and moved across the room.As I watched her do a cursory check in the mirror to ensure she was presentable to a stranger, I reflected on how lucky I was. Here I was, about to go on a wonderful vacation, with the girl of my dreams. Julie was 24 (as was I), and was a great mix between cuteness and traditional beauty. She wasn't the long legged, big-breasted girl that many men go for, but to me, she was perfect. She had wonderful dirty blond curls that danced around her face,. It's hard for my parents or hers to protect Julia by insisting I stay faithful to her, when Julia is the one arranging most of my dates, and she'd get angry if any of the parents objected to my dating other girls. She's an unusual girl." She says it's because you're such an exceptional guy." We're well matched then, both weirdoes. Changing the subject, when are you going to tell me what the arrangement for tonight is, with particular regard to when food will be served, because I'm getting VERY.