Her grandmother’s boyfriend who was out on parole again found her and debated the consequences of the possible molestation charge, took her inside for pictures before she woke up.
I commented with 22 pages, not including references, on this subject a few decades ago, that art imitates life and in come cases the reciprocal is true. Greg’s series on Luann’s first period falls in that category.
The grief never ends because the love was boundless. May you find solace in your memory of her. (hugs)