” Bah“An art museum?” Baruch replied, looking at her with a raised eyebrow, “I thought you were just telling me I needed new glasses. How coul... I see anything?”“Feh!” she replied, “Du farkirtst mir di yorn!”“I’ll be the death of you?” He said with a smile, “Only if you die laughing.”“A pain in de tuchus yuh are,” Miriam laughed with a smile, “Zo Mawshawl Fields and de awht museum?They went to Marshall Fields first, the huge and famous department store, on State Street. It was one of the first. I made my best guess, cut four stakes to mark where I wanted the hole and had a couple of men start digging.The actual shithouse construction was pretty easy after that. I cut small trees for uprights and for an outline and then saplings for walls. I didn't see any need for a roof. The building was ready much faster than the hole was, and I'd even asked Taachachi to find me a couple of old skins we could use for doors. Voila, people could now shit in privacy.Since the building went so fast I. Grant’s eyes widened when he saw the sheerness of the night gown she wore. ‘Grace, what are you planning?’ Grant stammered. ‘Do you really need me to spell it out?’ Grace wanted to know, giving him a small smile. Grant smiled back. ‘No,’ Grant said, stretching out next to Grace on the bed. ‘You’re gorgeous,’ he breathed, pulling the straps down her shoulders. Grace held her breath as Grant kissed her softly, his hands roaming over her. ‘Are you sure you want this?’ Grant asked. Grace answered. I removed the unloaded Glock from its dashboard holster and deposited it into the compartment and handed her the envelope containing our truck’s registration and proof of insurance along with her Colorado driver’s license.“Everyone, stay calm and keep your hands in sight. We don’t want to give this flying tire guy any reason to be alarmed, they are already paranoid enough,” she said in an oblique reference to the winged tire logo of the Colorado State Patrol.Sheila came to a full stop before.