I looked forward and started walking again. "I don't know," I continued, "shitty reason to block out a friend I suppose." No," she said, "It sounds li...e she meant a lot to you. I completely sympathize." A little silence settled in and I started to regret telling that story, death always evokes such a somber mood when talked about. God-damn death. "What was her name?" Shit, what was her name?"Kelly," I said, quick on the draw, "Kelly Hermanis." I have no clue where "Hermanis" came from, but. Cash is always useful. How much are you thinking?”“Wasn’t really. A brick [$20] in a jar isn’t appropriate.”“Got your chequebook?”“Yes.”“Are you feeling better?”“Do I sound better?”“Yes. Your stops since Epsilon have sounded more like my Dad. The one with a PSM and a scar on his left arm.”“Yes. Hunting kangaroo and monitor for the band was public service, I suppose.”“Well, then. Give the health service ten thousand in memory of Rowena Scott Hollister.”“Really?”“Didn’t mom treat Jimmy? Didn’t. “I am ... married... , “ Oliver Stack declared, “and I’m ... Stick’s lover. He’s married, too.”“You must not mind chaw stains or something!” Aunt Molly mocked him while Uncle Curtis and the rest of us laughed.“Apparently, neither does his wife!” I added, getting a wide-eyed stare from Stick.“I’m married, too,” Neil Purdy conceded, “and I’m screwing, or was, Stick’s wife.”“Wow, this here’s a hillbilly soap opera!” Erin snorted now.“That’s okay. I was banging Neil’s wife myself,” Kieran admitted. I like to play a game I callMystery night. On this night I tie my wife blindfoldedto the bed and then I have someone come in and fuckher. She never knows who it is, this is way she is beingfooled; never knowing who is fucking her and the onefucking her is fooled because he thinks that she thinksit’s me.On this night I had decided to let my Dad fuck her. Heis in his mid 70’s and kept telling me how he hasn’thad sex in 6 years. One day I explained to him thatEllen and I play.