Deep Thought Sometimes, it's hard to have your mother as your best friend. posted by Cassandra 11:46 PM . . .
Revolution Section 3 He [James] appeared to be all arms and legs, knobby knees and elbows sticking out in various directions. The coals were glowing red under his care, flames beginning to spark around the logs. He sat back, wiping his hands on his breeches, looking around and smiling at the frowning Sally. Jane had heard him swear once, to his friends, that since everyone else in the family was older than him, he would do anything to protect his younger sister. Their father suddenly appeared in the door. He was tall and thin, though broad shouldered and muscular, like a strong young race horse. His green eyes were tight and tired, his sandy brown hair speckled with silver. He smiled sadly as his children looked up at him. "James, could you come help me with Bess?" he asked quietly. "Yes Father," James replied, jumping up and walking over to him. "Thank you," he answered, turning to go back outside with James. (Written March 3, 2003) To Be Continued... posted by Cassandra 1:58 PM . . .
Deep Thought As for my problems, they may be small, but they're big enough for me. posted by Cassandra 1:54 PM . . .
