.”“Anyway, that narrative at Waringarri Arts started me off. Then the visit to the Museum. And now reading this.“The Museum has thousands of pho...os. The only aboriginals I noticed were stockmen. Only one, ‘Grasshopper,’ was named. In 1963! Why doesn’t the history of the Ord River or the history of Kununurra include those who were killed or moved or resettled? It’s because we don’t exist! Not that we’re slighted. That would be OK. We’re effaced.”“Can I say something?”“No. Let me vent. Please .... She is going to UC to be a veterinarian, so her classes schedule it just as rough as mine. It was a fabulous dinner.Except when we were in class, Sushi and I were always together. Her mom said we were joined at the hip! Sushi is so wonderful. She has this skill as an empath. She can communicate with other animals directly. When an animal hurts it can tell Sushi where and how much. Sometimes an animal had to be euthanized. She would use the WE to put the animal to sleep with her special bliss. She glanced at the letteragain. She had been hell bent on destroying everything about hervictim, but the letter had changed all that. She would have to verifyeverything in it. That meant another month or two in her new role. Ofcourse, if the information turned out to be true, her stay might belonger.The handwriting clearly wasn't Olivia's. But then it wouldn't be. Sheread through the letter again. The opening wasn't even the mostremarkable part.Dear Robert/Rachel,I don't know which one you're. I could see her bright pink panties under her blue jean micro mini skirt too. I never get to see her panties. This was a very special day indeed. When she saw me staring at her crotch I swear that she parted her knees ever so slightly to allow me an even better view. It wasn’t as much of a view as I had hoped for but it was still great.My sister said, “I stuck my husband with the two boys so I figured that I would spend some time with you and Mekala!”Just then Mekala came down the stairs in.