Jen's Flight. Part 1
Jen needed to get away
In the wee hours of the morning, while the rest of her family slept, Jen was packing. A towel wedged under her door assured the light in her room would not be visible from the hallway and invite anyone to inquire if she was OK, she was not OK. An old military duffle bag found at a garage sale was being methodically packed with some of her belongings."Enough was enough," she said to herself. Barred from dances and all spor...