1) Darrow had a different opinion of Lady Bushwood.
She said it's not as easy to measure up a woman like it is to measure up a man.
She said, men are more basic. Especially the men who think their not basic. Those are definitely basic.
2) Men are like tapoles. They are not yet what they’re meant to be.
She definitely has me pegged.
God only knows what I’m mean to be.
Darrow had only delivered groceries out to Lady’s lake cabin a couple of times.
They sat and talked for hours one afternoon. Only one.
3) Darrow told me that Lady had a good life, a full life.
That yes she had at times in her life struggled.
Yet Darrow said she can't imagine being that stand up, that strong, holding up like that with all that history leaning on you.
I had no idea that Lady had children.
4) She outlived her daughter.
The cancer got her. The cancer gets people. It's hard to put that somewhere for me.
Lady Bushwood a mother losing her daughter to the cancer that's scorched earth terrain right there.
That's something that’s never ok.
5) No matter how crazy I thought she was.
Cancer beats crazy everytime.
Her daughters name was Herc.
Short for Hercules.
That tells you everything about Lady right there.
And how life can sometimes have no sense of humor.
Jack, that was her sons name.
6) Darrow told me he left her when he was finished being homeschooled by her. Just picked up and gone.
This Jack left when he was finished with it. Not when Lady was finished with it.
No one heard from him again.
Gone.
7) I asked Darrow who their father was. Where had he been.
Darrow looked at me and couldn't hold back a bout of laughter.
She then looked at me hard and said.
Bunky boy, don't you know?
8) She knew I didn't.
She laughed again and said figure it out Bunky.
I hated when she called me Bunky.
Wish that name would of never stuck.

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