"Belinda prefers we be called the Crisis Management Committee, and Darlene wishes us to remain nameless," I scanned my notes before continuing."Our qu...rtermaster does not have an opinion and Alice wants us to be some sort of tribal council with a Cherokee name I can't even begin to pronounce," I scratched my head. I shouldn't have skipped the post-mission shower."We don't need a fancy name. We're just a group of folks doing the best we can. Let's keep it simple. Okay?" I returned to my seat and. Her feelings of long being considered as only a trophy wife, long being neglected and taken for granted, now changed to feelings of independence, and the want and need to rid herself of the boat anchor of a husband once and for all. With that assurance, she stormed toward the door, and flung it open. The two occupants of her bedroom, one being her so-called husband, sat up in bed. ?So my suspicions were correct?? she said loudly. ?Who is this tramp you have in OUR bed?? she exclaimed. As he. I was transformed back, this was her room again, and I thought that if I listened closely enough, I could hear her last gasps for air, a painful wheezing and rattling, the sounds that haunted my dreams every night. I took pills to sleep, each night the dreams were the same, dreams of death. I couldn’t escape the reality of it, not even in my dreams. The stench of death, the black silence of the grave, the deafening roar of the death rattle, the sobs of the family, and the flood of tears. I had. Next morning we finally reached our destiny. A small anchor point were abark was waiting to transport the goods and ourselves to the island. Nowwe could see more precisely the sail ships anchored in the channel. Itwas a magnificent view, the city was far enough from the mountains and,hence, the clouds gave place to the blue sky and to a sunny weather. Thetemperature was not as high as in the forest, maybe due to the constantbreeze which blew from the open sea. In the middle of the channel I.