"Going off to do my own thing was the easy part," she says with a shrug. "What's hard is staying when things aren't going so well or you get lonely." We sit there sippin' our beer. I feel kind 'a bad fer 'Ri, 'cause I know what it's like t'not be 'round your family 'n be feelin' kind 'a lonely.

"Enough of the serious stuff." I look up but she looks kind 'v unsure 'a what she's goin' t'say. "What kinda music d'you like?" she asks. I shake my head. "Um, I ain't quite sure what you mean. I ain't a real fan 'a church music, but otherwise..." I shrug. "We go t'some 'a the barn dances sometimes, and Paul can play guitar. Anythin' with a good tune, I guess."