Mom picked a pew off to the side about half way to the alter. We removed ourcoats and then sat down waiting for the service to begin. Janet nudged me ...ndwe kneeled for our greeting prayer before the mass began. Then we sat therewith our hands folded in our laps being quiet. I looked around and everyonewas dressed up today. All I saw were smiles from everyone I looked at so Ismiled back.Church went well and Mom, dad and I went up for communion. Janet hasn't madeher first communion yet. I was. But then she'd slide back down to her pallet and spend the rest of the night.In early September the climate was just barely beginning to mitigate, becoming slightly cooler in the evenings. It was enough that, if you knew the high plains well, made you know that winter was on its way again. From there on until the snow flies, I'd have to be extra alert for roving bands of warriors, because it was the time of year when they began to migrate from the northern reaches of their territory to the more. Then he spoke. “You can go,” he said, his voice wavering but not threatening. Did I hear him right? I began to resume my journey and he stepped aside to give me free access to the path. Was this a trick? Would he attack me from behind? I decided to confront him. “I don’t believe you,” I shrieked. I didn’t mean to shriek but that was the only voice I had. “I think you are going to hurt me.” “No,” he said simply. “You can go. I’m sorry I frightened you. It was stupid of me now please go.” . .. I leave work, I'm so tired. I stand all day at work, since I am the supervisor of an industrial line in an all men's prison, an easy job for the incarcerated. Oh and you did not read wrong I do work in a men's prison. Working in a male prison is hard work, I will not deny that. But harder and more difficult is to locked in a place brimming with testosterone for more than eight hours. Maybe it's my diet of sex, but since my husband left me uhm ... it is better to say, it has been too long.