.." Rick's been helping me with some writing," Brenda protested.Roger looked around the room. He picked up the yellow legal pad. "This?" He scanned th... words. "More Greek foolishness and I'll bet you're encouraging her." I certainly am," Rick replied. "Brenda is a talented writer who needs to pursue her craft." Craft!" Roger tore the top page from the pad, wadded it into a ball and threw it to the floor. "This is what I think of her craft!" He tore off the second page, balled it up and tossed. "Oh, so you like this one," she commented and then turned back to Anya, "I have a hard time extracting any information out of this boy, quite taciturn if you ask me. How old are you, dear?"Anya worked her jaw for a moment before speaking, taken aback by the direct interrogation of Mrs. Rosenblatt, "I'm far more than fifteen, even though I apparently look that young." She's nineteen," Travis interjected, "and her daddy's a prince."Travis undid the latch and swung open the doors. Anya stepped. "Sammy?"I turned."I love you," Alice said just before she disappeared behind the door.It was a dark cold night and there was a cloud of fog hovering over the park, making it appear forlorn and forbidding. I stopped the car and walked over to the split rail fence that separated the running track from the grassed area. The rail was damp and cold to the touch. I stood there and let the quiet darkness invade my mind.It was a community park but for a few minutes my memories took possession. Many of. She had two friends in vet school. They made plans to go into practice together here in Texas. My sister got ambitious and borrowed money from the family to buy a 15 acre ranch property and build a large clinic on it. A week before the clinic was supposed to open, her two friends were arrested in a raid on a dog fighting operation. It was in the local news for months.”“So the locals won’t do business with her?”“No, she was able to clear herself. She has lost some potential business to guilt by.