The Devil Take Ye! by Kurama-Chan!

**Giggles!**

This one is going to take a bit of an explanation ...

Back in the 1980s, my girlfriend, Kaitlynn, and I would come up here to Savannah, Georgia to celebrate St. Patrick's Day and even meet up with her extensive family who lived either here or in Atlanta.  We would have a room either at the Radison (which is the Marriot on River Street now), the Hyatt, or even the DeSoto.  Not only did I get to hang out with a rather rich and old family, but I had a lot of fun.  To understand the situation better, you have to understand that while I did hang out with Kait, I wasn't much (if all) a drinker.  Often I had to be Kait's handler since she was a drinker ... such of a one that she might have been able to give my Big Sister a run for her money.  But also, Kait was a brawler, often getting drunk enough to either start a fight or look for one to finish up.  I never saw her loose a fight, but I watched her to much of my horror finish many.  One story, she dropped a guy about three times her weight ... and Kait was not a small lady, standing almost six feet tall and weighing in at one hundred and seventy-five pounds.  She caught him by his personality and there was a sicking wet pop before the guy hit the floor like a wet sack of concrete.  Honestly, I was frightened.

Now, that was the drinking and the fighting, but the real story comes in when I would have to carry her back to the hotel (or in Atlanta, Georgia where she lived, I had to get her to the cab and make arrangements to get her car later.)  I'm very short, almost embarrassingly short to where she was about a third taller than I which made me carrying her a comical sight.  One particular night, I was carrying her down River Street and a cop on horseback came up and asked what happened.  Before I could say anything, Kait had started up a conversation with the horse, laughing and loving the horse enough to want to take the horse from the cop.  Ohmygawd!  I was so worried we were going to jail!  That was when the cop recognized her voice.  They had gone to school together or known each other somehow ... I know that she went to St. Vincent's Academy for a few years and graduated from there, but this guy must have graduated from Benedictine.  Anyways, my back was starting to hurt now and they were having a great time.  The cop was a good fellow and made sure we got back to the hotel (which I believe for this adventure was the Hyatt) and even sent Kait roses for the next morning.

It's been ... wow ... twenty five years since Kait passed, killed in a car wreck in Atlanta back in August of 1991.  I have never gotten over the loss of her in my life and honestly, I don't want to forget her.  She was the best and it's not fair to compare anyone to her, but I cannot help it.

Having said that, I want to give a great and special Thank You! for doing this piece and the others with Israfel and Caitlynn.  Telling their adventures has been a blessing on helping me deal with the loss and yet has allowed me to keep such a strong memory of Kaitlynn.