Authors: Debra Shiveley Welch
S
o
nny
sat
u
p
i
n
t
h
e
b
e
d,
w
r
a
pp
i
ng
his
a
r
m
s
ar
ou
n
d
his
kn
ees
a
n
d s
l
ow
l
y
r
o
ck
i
n
g
i
n
an
at
t
e
m
p
t
t
o
s
o
o
t
h
h
i
s
a
c
h
in
g
he
a
r
t
.
S
weat
b
r
o
k
e
out
u
po
n
his
b
r
ow
and
his
l
o
n
g
,
da
r
k
ha
i
r
fell
across
his
kn
ees,
hid
i
ng
his str
i
k
i
ng featu
r
es.
So
nn
y
re
m
e
m
b
ered
t
h
e
d
ay
h
e
fell
in
lo
v
e with
Le
n
a
and
s
h
e
with Michael.
She w
a
s
so
y
o
u
n
g
,
he
c
ons
i
d
e
r
ed,
to
o
y
o
u
n
g
t
o
know
t
hat Michael
was
the
one.
Sonny
ran
h
is
fin
g
ers
throu
g
h
h
is
h
air,
p
u
lli
n
g
it
from
his
face,
and
stood
up
from
the
b
e
d.
He
beg
a
n
t
o
pace
as
he
conti
n
u
e
d
his
m
onol
og
u
e,
t
h
e
sa
m
e
inte
r
n
al
c
on
v
e
r
sati
o
n
he
h
a
d subject
e
d hi
m
s
elf to
for
t
h
e
past 16 year
s
.
How
co
uld
s
h
e
have
kno
w
n
t
hat
Mi
c
hael
w
a
s
t
h
e
o
n
e?
S
h
e
w
a
s
a baby,
only
17
when
t
h
ey
met.
Th
e
n
,
they
married
and
h
e
i
n
trod
u
ce
d
h
er
t
o
se
x
ual
p
l
ea
s
u
re.
She
w
a
s
mesm
e
r
i
ze
d
,
n
o
t
i
n
l
o
ve!
N
o
,
s
h
e
w
a
s
i
n
l
o
ve
he
a
d
m
itted
to
hi
m
self,
bu
t
it
w
a
s
t
h
e
l
o
ve
o
f
a
you
n
g gir
l
, not
of
a
w
o
ma
n g
r
o
wn
.
“
I
am
her
half s
i
de!”
S
on
n
y
c
r
i
ed
a
l
o
u
d.
He
stop
p
e
d
h
i
s
p
acin
g
an
d
sa
t
o
n
t
h
e
ed
g
e
o
f
t
h
e
b
e
d
,
elbo
w
s
o
n
h
is
kne
e
s,
h
i
s
hair once
aga
i
n
ca
s
cadi
n
g,
h
i
d
i
n
g h
i
s
fac
e
.
I
a
m
a
s
T
u
t
o
kan
u
l
a
102
lo
ng
i
ng
f
o
r h
i
s T
i
sa
y
a
c
103
,
h
e
g
r
oa
n
ed i
n
w
a
rd
ly,
t
h
in
k
ing
o
f
t
h
e
yo
u
ng
war
r
io
r
,
T
u
to
k
an
u
la
who,
up
o
n
g
az
i
n
g
u
pon
Tisayac,
t
h
e
s
p
irit
of
Y
o
se
m
ite
Vall
e
y,
fell
in
l
ov
e
,
b
u
t
co
u
ld
n
o
t ca
p
ture
t
h
e
h
e
art
o
f
t
h
e
shy
spirit.
He
fled
t
h
e
v
alley,
leavi
n
g
h
is
p
e
o
p
le