That Summer
That Summer by K Part 1 I lifted my mothers rucksack into the back of my parents pick up truck, kissed her goodbye and waved as the truck headed off taking her to South America to help by father with his archaeological dig studying the megaliths of Easter Island. She would be gone for 4 weeks and although at fifteen I was old enough to say behind and not travel with her for the first time, it had been made quite clear to me that my nineteen-year-old sister Beverly...