I put my face to the floor but from under the same ghostly images remain. I become numb and blackness becomes so comforting. Time is nothing. What is ...ime? I grab at the air, I swim. A blinking light is far off and I set myself for it. When I reach it, it’s the cell phone. Holding it in my hand it seems so unreal, like clay. I squish it and pop back into form again and buzzes. No words I can utter but I hear Martha screaming, wailing dirges. My hand becomes wet as I put my hands to my eyes. In. I was close to booking a flight and skipping out. If my uncle hadn’t pointed out what it took to be a ‘man of your word,’ I would have done precisely that. The only thing that kept me from breaking my word was my support system back home. I knew that between my mom, Peggy, and everyone else, Coby and Duke would be taken care of. Probably better than I could, if I were brutally honest.I finished up acting and went to the sound studio to meet Jett.“Hey, Big Guy. You bother to practice this week?”. Mom wanted me help lift her spirits and take Anna to a party with my new friends; I was reluctant. I had no car, can't drive because I am 15; so we'd be getting a second ride after dad drops us off. Anna is my wet dream, I have jerked off over that girl since I grew hair. I know she is my sister but hell you'd do it too. Anna is very blond, slim and pretty with one great set of tits. Anna is hotter than playboy bunnies!Friday night rolled along and dad dropped us off at the pickup point. It was. "In Simpson's tree row, about three-quarters of a mile from her trailer," he replied."Her face isn't marked," he added, answering my unspoken question.I nodded and went to Morgan, taking her into the house with Charlie and getting them something to drink.She took the news well, sniffling a little and crying softly as Charlie confirmed her expectations."You'll have to come and identify her," Charlie said softly.I knew it was the part of his job he hated most. We got dressed in jeans and shirts.