.. dying ... because you weren’t there?” he questioned. “And the police refused to do anything?”“Umh ... not fair.”“Life is not fair,”...he said. “All men are not equal. Your truths you hold most sacred are lies. Philosophy sucks.”“How can you say that?”“Observation,” he said. “Your leaders practice the Do as I say rule but follow Not as I do. Even the parents of your young. Which reminds me ... Congratulations, David. You’re a father.”“What?”“Abbie presented you your offspring at 2:33 this. I couldn't get Kent off my mind. I admit being almost twenty years his senior did wonders for my ego.That night, I slowly masturbated to thoughts of being more devious. I could wait, but not for long, to test Kent's intent.That Saturday, hubby away, Mike at home and going fishing, I again took my sun oil, dark glasses, and wine cooler to the deck. This time I took an extra towel, just in case.Around 4:00, I heard Mike's truck in the driveway. A few minutes later, he came onto the deck to tell. ”“Wait, Mrs. Sullivan? Who is Mrs. Sullivan? I don’t have any statements from anyone with that name,” Tom said puzzled, as he started flipping through a couple inches of stacked papers.“Mrs. Sullivan is the student counselor for our high school that I convinced CC to talk to. I wanted her to get some help in dealing with the trauma that she was experiencing. She wasn’t sleeping then, and she was nervous all the time and constantly jumping at her own shadow. She was adamant that she didn’t want. And yet… Podgolskiv smiled as he walked now, smiled – for what he had seen in the cold, wet air put his mind at ease, and suddenly he felt the light waiting on the other side of the night. _____________________________ August, 1945. An undiluted sun falls on an indifferent land, the air is still but laden with promise. A solitary field full of shooting beets and potatoes, green and tan and rich, the yielding crops well fed on the blood of hundreds of men and women and children that have fallen.