Without saying a word, looking at me with a slight pause, a blank look on her face, she stood up.“Fine. Just this once.”She stood there, trying t... process what was about to happen. I didn’t even know what the order of events would be. But, as she turned to go up the stairs, a fantasy of mine popped into my mind.“Wait. In the dining room.”Beth turned, confused. “What, why?”“Just come with me.”She had demanded that, during the divorce, she keep the dining room table that we found at an. For years my son had nightmares, not every night, more like once a week. He’d wake up screaming and in a cold sweat. We saw doctors about it, went to sleep clinics and therapists. Nothing seemed to help, in fact, it got worse. It became more often, to the point that every night he’d wake up screaming. As a mother, my heart aches that I was unable to help. I spoke of my anguish to a few friends when one told me I should sleep with him. I looked at her like she was nuts. “No, not like that,” she. Bethany smiled as she watched her husband marry their son to the daughter of her oldest friend. Faith stepped out to the porch. ‘Your father and Jack are headed this way,’ she told Ariana. Bobby signed the marriage certificate and handed the pen to Ariana who scrawled her name on the paper and allowed Bobby to lead her upstairs. ‘Don’t be nervous,’ Bobby chided as he pulled off his clothing. Ariana swallowed and slid her dress down her legs. ‘You are beautiful,’ he said gently as he pushed her. Despite being relatively wealthy, Carl was an honest man who treated everyone with respect. He was a true humanitarian. He gave people a hand up rather than a hand out. There were a lot of people who worked in the pickle plant who had lives that had been broken by situations outside their control.Carl didn't believe in reserved spaces and his car was parked in the middle of the parking lot. He went over to it and got inside. Looking through the stack of CDs, he picked out a nice country western.