Mama used to say she could read the stars. We used to sit on the porch swing at night. I'd snuggle into her side, and she'd look up and read the future. A letter had been left behind for his twin brother, by their now deceased mother. In it, she spoke of how Dusty would be the next in the family to fall in love and get married. Mama said that he was to go to the movies and watch the teddy bear... Dusty had already met Teddy Steel, had kissed her too,...