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look at the child in the sand grave. A closer
look, and I realize that some of the sand is turning red, turning into blood. I
assume they killed the child for a good reason, maybe he was dying from a
disease with the help of malnutrition. They did the wrong thing for the right
reason.
     
    When a homicide is committed, a crime scene is set, but there is no
crime scene set on a battlefield. All you can do is step over the body and go
on. So that's what I did. I gave the family all of my food and water and I
walked on. I continued to walk, searching for a peaceful place.
     
    Eventually I got to a city, but it was so loud. People were talking so
loudly, sometimes yelling at each other. It was too loud. Their voices were
ringing. Their voices were barking. Eventually I was so annoyed by it that I
woke up, and that's when I realized that people were arguing outside.
     
    I go to the window and I see four people, Lynne, Claire, Mary and some
man standing next to Mary. And then I see a man sitting in a tow truck in the
distance. Mary is yelling at the top of her lungs at Lynne, and Lynne is
yelling back. I hated to see Lynne get yelled at, but I hated to see her yell
at someone even more. She was such a calm person. Such a nice person.
     
    At first I decided to not get involved, to just watch from up here, but
then the man standing next to Mary started to yell at Lynne. I grab a post-it
note and a pen and I jot down the words "the sand grave" on it so I
can remember the dream I just had, and then I go down there and I ask what the
problem is. Mary turns to me and tells me that Claire parked in her parking
space. I guess she was over for dinner again. Where's that stupid dog. Why
would people cut each other's throats over a parking space.
     
    It becomes obvious that Mary is so angry not because of the parking
space, but because something has been bothering her. Maybe a relative died. Or
maybe she is beginning to realize that being at the top of your class doesn't
mean as much as she thinks it does. That you could still end up being a
failure, and maybe even have a side of insanity along with it. Now she's taking
her anger out on Lynne.
    Lynne, she has no problem with moving the car but Mary is being so
hysterical that Lynne feels she is being disrespected, and what was a small
fixable problem now becomes unsolvable. Claire doesn't really have much to say,
and the tow truck driver is just waiting for Lynne to move so he can tow the
car if Claire doesn't move it.
     
    Now this guy who is with Mary, I think she called him Paul, starts to
yell at Lynne again, saying Mary needs her space and asks her to stop being an
idiot. So much yelling.
     
    While the yelling goes on, I'm staring at my empty parking spot. I don't
have a car. I tell Lynne that her sister could park her car in my parking
space, and the expression on all four of their faces become exactly the same,
as if they are upset that they won't be able to argue anymore. Claire not as
much, but she has a degree of it. So Claire gets in her car and parks in my
spot, the tow truck driver leaves, and Mary parks her car in her own spot.
     
    I walk with Lynne and Claire into the building and I tell Claire that I
don't have a car, so when she comes to visit she can just park in my spot.
Claire, the quiet unspoken one, she thanks me in a low voice. Her sister thanks
me as well.
     
    I have never seen Lynne like that, but then again I haven't known her
for that long. It's like she became a different person altogether. Certain
genes in our bodies can switch on and off. Some people are more prone to
diabetes and other conditions or diseases than others because of a specific
gene they may have. This gene may be in the off position, but certain
circumstances can cause it to be turned on and your diabetes will be in full
effect.
     
    Sometimes I wonder if there is a gene for murder. A gene for hatred or
anger. A gene for happiness or contentment. Maybe a gene even for love. And
when a person