“Where is Little Duck?” Eli asked, missing her now that all had settled down.“She is with her man, Middleton. He is sick and Little Duck says he...will die soon,” Catt told him.“What will she do when her man is gone?” Rose asked Catt.“She will stay and make buckskins to sell,” Eva said.“Then we will come get her. She can make buckskins in Fort Smith and be with us. We are a big family now and we will all be together,” Rose said, looking across the table at Eli. They smiled as Catt and Eva grabbed. It was some basketball game at the high school. Every once in a while, between the Fall and Spring semesters at college, I would attend the basketball games at my former high school. It was always a good place to meet old friends, since most of us were bad at staying in contact. There was always a lot to keep up on. So-and-so is engaged, so-and-so is at an Ivy League school, so-and-so hasn’t been seen since graduation but I heard he went into the service. Those were pretty good times. I loved. "I got cut," I answered. I rolled up my shirt sleeve and started washing away the blood.Erin got closer and looked. We both watched as the cut began healing, knitting its self shut before our eyes. When it was closed there wasn't even a scar left."Well, I'm not as worried as I was before," Erin said.I nodded. I couldn't agree more that it was good to know I didn't need sex to heal."What are we going to do? The hotel will certainly take note of a broken door, two sleeping guys and a dead. However, my imagination has subsequently surprised me.So... There’s an old saying: those who can – do, those who can’t – teach. Not lovely for teachers, I guess.However, I recently realised that it’s only part of the saying. It should be: those who can – do, those who can’t – teach, and those who would like to but can’t be arsed – write.Lately, I’ve been wondering whether I’ve fallen into some form of depression and tried to search within me for the reality or fiction of that. Research led me.