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Authors: Vickie McKeehan

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I
h
a
d a
mom
e
n
t
a
r
y
l
a
p
s
e
in jud
g
m
e
nt
a
nd
m
a
de
a
mist
a
k
e
.
E
v
e
r
y
o
n
e’
s
ac
ting
a
s thou
g
h…”

N
i
c
k lost it th
e
n.
“Ge
tting
d
r
unk isn

t the
on
l
y
is
s
ue
a
t pl
a
y
h
e
r
e
.
A
nd
y
ou
know
it.
J
o
r
d
a
n
a
nd
I
un
d
er
st
a
nd
y
o
u

r
e
g
r
i
e
vi
n
g
.
A
nd
we

ve
f
o
r
m
a
l
l
y
o
f
f
ere
d o
u
r
s
uppo
r
t
b
y
g
ivi
n
g
y
ou a
job
a
nd a
pl
a
c
e
to live
to
g
e
t
y
ou th
r
o
u
g
h this
r
o
u
g
h tim
e
, but
y
ou h
a
ve
to
d
ec
ide
just how
f
a
r do
w
nhill
y
ou
wa
nt to
g
o.
Y
ou h
a
ve
to t
a
ke
t
h
a
t
f
i
r
st st
e
p to
c
h
a
nge
y
our
li
f
e
.
W
e
ca
n

t do it
f
or
y
o
u.
W
e
w
on

t
b
a
b
y
sit
y
ou
a
n
y
m
o
re
, Co
r
d.
T
hink
a
bout it
w
hile
y
ou sp
e
nd
the
ni
g
ht in
c
oun
t
y lo
c
kup.
Ge
t
y
our
a
c
t tog
e
th
e
r
or
don

t both
e
r
c
oming
b
a
c
k to P
r
omise
Cove
or
the
far
m
.


L
e
t

s
g
o.”
E
t
h
a
n took Co
r
d
b
y
t
h
e
ar
m
a
nd pus
h
e
d him b
ac
k to
war
d the
c
r
uis
er
.
T
o
N
i
c
k he
s
a
id,
“H
e

ll g
e
t a
h
e
ar
i
ng
in the
mo
r
ni
n
g
, p
r
o
b
a
b
l
y
s
e
e
t
h
e
judge
on
c
a
ll
f
or
the
w
e
e
k
e
nd.
I

ll m
a
ke
su
r
e
th
e
y
o
r
d
e
r
him
to t
a
lk to a
p
s
y
c
hi
a
t
r
ist
a
s a
p
ar
t of
his
r
e
l
ea
s
e
.
U
n
til th
e
n
w
h
a
t should
I do
w
ith hi
m
?

“T
h
a
t

s up to Co
r
d.
L
e
t
me
know
w
h
a
t he
d
ec
id
e
s.”

A
s soon
a
s the
poli
c
e
c
a
r
dis
a
pp
ea
r
e
d do
w
n the
d
r
i
v
ew
a
y
,
J
o
r
d
a
n st
e
pp
e
d
o
ut onto the po
rc
h b
e
side
h
e
r
husb
a
n
d
. S
i
x
months p
re
g
n
a
nt,
d
ue
in
J
un
e
,
J
o
r
d
a
n
re
st
e
d
h
e
r
h
ea
d on
N
i
c
k

s should
e
r
a
nd
r
a
n a
h
a
nd
ov
e
r
h
e
r
n
i
ce
,
r
ound,
b
a
b
y
bump.
“T
o
u
g
h love
is
a
l
w
a
y
s di
f
f
i
c
ult.”


So
y
ou think
I
w
a
s too h
ar
d on him
?


I
didn

t s
a
y
th
a
t.
Y
ou

v
e
t
r
i
e
d
e
v
e
r
y
thing
e
ls
e
.
W
ho kno
w
s, m
a
y
be
h
e’
ll
c
ome
to his s
e
ns
e
s sitting
in a
c
e
ll.
I
t
w
on

t be
the
f
i
r
st time
t
h
ou
g
h. M
a
y
b
e
w
e
should

ve
g
ott
e
n to
u
g
h
a
lot soon
er
.
Y
ou sound
e
d
a
s if
y
ou
we
r
e
p
r
a
c
ti
c
ing
f
or
w
h
e
n
w
e
h
a
ve
t
e
e
n
a
g
e
r
s
.

N
i
c
k p
a
l
e
d.

G
od,
I
hope
not.”
H
e
pl
a
c
e
d a
h
a
nd
o
v
e
r
the
one
th
a
t
re
st
e
d on
h
e
r
b
e
l
l
y
,
r
ubb
e
d
g
e
nt
l
y
in a
c
i
r
c
ul
a
r
motion
a
nd s
a
id,

I

m
n
ot putting
this little
g
u
y
o
r
H
utton in j
e
op
ar
d
y
b
y
hopi
n
g
Co
r
d
f
in
a
l
l
y
s
e
e
s the
li
g
ht
e
no
u
g
h to
c
h
a
ng
e
.
H
e

s a
ti
c
ki
n
g
time
bomb.
T
r
y
i
n
g
to
c
ommit sui
c
ide
w
oke
me
up.
He
ll,
I
didn

t
e
v
e
n
k
now
he
h
a
d a
g
un.
I
kn
e
w
he
wa
s m
e
s
s
e
d up, but...
W
h
a
t if
Kee
g
a
n h
a
dn

t b
ee
n
a
r
ound to pull him ou
t
?

“D
on

t think like
th
a
t.
Ke
e
g
a
n
w
a
s p
r
a
c
ti
ca
l
l
y
ra
i
s
e
d out on Smug
g
l
er’
s
B
a
y
.
W
h
a
t is the lik
e
lihood sh
e’
d be
r
i
g
ht th
er
e
w
h
e
n C
o
r
d
we
nt in
a
nd n
ee
d
e
d h
e
lp
?


I
don

t
e
v
e
n know
how
she
g
ot the
g
u
y
to sh
o
re
.
She
must be
a
h
e
lluva
s
w
imm
er
.”


I
don

t know
th
a
t mu
c
h
a
bout h
e
r
r
ea
l
l
y
. She
wa
s
still in
c
oll
e
g
e
w
h
e
n S
c
o
tt
f
i
r
st b
r
ou
g
ht me
b
ac
k h
e
re
.
T
h
e
n
w
h
e
n S
c
ott l
ef
t
f
or
I
r
a
q,
I
wa
n
d
ere
d
ar
ound t
o
w
n one
d
a
y
a
nd
f
ound
m
y
s
e
lf
inside
the
ce
nt
e
r
.
M
a
r
y
F
a
nning g
a
ve
me
a
tou
r
.
B
ut l
e
t

s
f
a
c
e
it, bo
t
h
Ke
e
g
a
n

s
g
r
a
ndp
a
r
e
nts h
a
d th
e
ir
h
a
nds
f
ull
w
ith so mu
c
h to do.
E
v
e
n th
e
n, th
e
y
w
e
r
e
we
ll into th
e
ir s
e
v
e
nti
e
s so
I

m
c
er
t
a
in
t
h
e
y
we
r
e
p
re
p
ar
i
n
g
to h
a
nd o
f
f
the
re
ins to h
e
r
to
r
un the
pl
ace
.
T
he on
l
y
oth
e
r
time
I
wa
s inside
the
ce
n
t
er
,
H
utton
wa
s
a
bout a
y
e
a
r
old.
I
took
h
e
r
to s
e
e
a
c
ouple
of b
a
b
y
s
ea
ls th
e
y
h
a
d
a
t the
tim
e
.
N
oi
s
y
thi
n
g
s, but
H
utton lov
e
d
wa
t
c
hi
n
g
th
e
m pl
a
y
.

N
i
c
k g
r
inn
e
d
a
t th
a
t.

I
f
o
r
g
e
t th
a
t
c
h
e
c
king
out
a
c
ouple
of
s
e
a
ls p
a
ss
e
s
f
or
e
nt
er
t
a
inm
e
nt in P
e
li
ca
n Point
e
.”

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