“Jackson James Duroon after his father and his grandfather.” I said as the put my son into my arms. I slightly rolled over and slept a little bi... holding my baby close to my heart. When I heard the faint cry of my son I woke up immediately and gave him a kiss and put him to my nipple to try and feed him. He ate for an hour and then fell back asleep. I called my mom to inform her that she now had a grandson. When she answered she was mad because I didn’t tell her that I was in labor even. Each time, I'm what he wants me to be. Each time is special. And after, it's gone forever. Me, the place, the time, the dress - it's his creation, unspoiled, and forever unshared by anyone."Her words still echoed in his head as they waited in the dark car. The dress fit her like a glove, a black, velvet glove. He marveled at how the fabric could be so thin, and yet so opaque. It moved as though it was a part of her, revealing fleeting lines of breast, hip, and thigh with the slightest motion of. Monica asked, "How do you stay in touch?"I said, "We use amateur radios and talk all the way to our homes in Georgia and Tennessee. Between the radios and the planes, we are able to stay in touch and even provide assistance to one another. We have batteries and simple generators to offer along with radios if you wish them."There was a little translation and a lot of nodding. It was becoming time for supper and I saw more people enter the terminal. Monica came and greeted them. She came toward. So as he helped her out of the truck she took his hand and started leading him toward the house with her. ‘What are you doing?’ he asked. ‘I want you to come over like usual.’ she smiled up at him as she said it. ‘Ok ok but let me go home and shower first and grab something new to watch.’ ‘Shower here. I want to make you dinner. I at least owe you that much.’ He looked at her longing eyes. She was being very very cute today. ‘Aright girl. You’re lucky you’re damn cute and that I have extra.