” He said.There was nothing for about a minute and then I heard another swish just before my ass lit up again. This pop was harder than all the ot...ers and I screamed into my arms, my tears flew out of my eyes.“Now stand up, baby girl.” I heard him.I stood up and my night shirt fell back down. “Why don’t you go get a glass of water and clean yourself up?” he said.I filled a glass and took a drink. I grabbed a Kleenex and wiped my eyes and cheeks. I tossed the Kleenex and went back to. To keep me out of all that, my mom insisted I work hard through school. It worked since now at 18 I had been accepted into a special college in San Francisco, the SFC school for gifted writers. I was excited and so was my mom. She said she only knew one person out there. Her name was MS Carlson, the white lady mom used to house clean for.The two women had kept in touch, Christmas cards and such ever since MS Carlson moved out west. The two were very close when mom worked for her. As a k**, MS. She wore a wide-brimmed hat with the front turned up so that one could see her face. The hat itself was white with a blue band round it matching the blue of her dress. She also wore her Green Howards brooch. She looked heavenly and Mark was desperately proud of her.Peter Wickens, the Adjutant, briefed the general and gave him the timings that were down to the last half minute. Mark noted them. Peter then went on to the detail of the parade."Pretty standard," observed Anthony. "You OK, Mark?". She knew she was up to something."Hey Amber. Working hard or hardly working?" Rebecca teased.Amber didn't smile. "So what are you doing here so early?" I just got out of class and I wanted to see if my cousin was here so we could go have lunch."Amber narrowed her eyes. "You know that David doesn't have lunch this early. You came here to see Callie didn't you?"Rebecca threw her hands up in frustration. "Well yes I did. I want her brother is there something wrong with that?"Amber looked down. She.