I heard a sweet voice and I knew it was my sister’s friend Myra. She’s the sweetest person I have ever met. She enquired about my sister to which ...eeta replied that she wasn’t there. I was seeing her with the corner of my eye. She was observing everything in the room.She was looking at Geeta’s messy hairs again and again. She was looking at my bed (the bed sheet was messy too). Then she fixed her eyes on the floor for about 40-50 seconds straight. After that, she went away calling my sister. Why my boat in the first place? Why the bizarre hiding place? Too many questions and not enough answers."That's really strange," Ardele said when I told her of my discovery and my guesses. "I'm with you. Why your boat and why just for a few days?"I was shaking my head. "The only thought I had was that maybe they were nervous someone was on to them. Maybe the cops, or some other gang. Maybe they panicked after a while and decided to move the stuff."I sat for a while, just thinking about what I. I waited because it was still early. My mind drifted back to the Sandpit: Iraq 2007. There it was sleep by day, alert at night. You conquered the fear with numbers: fives and twenty-fives before you open a Humvee door; four-stack on an entrance to clear a room. I was Three-Bee, for Big, Bad Bitch. It was a joke of course. Like everyone else, I was just doing the job. Women weren't infantry, but when troops were needed, you went. The HQ company went out, just like everyone else. Since then, I'd. She always loved unicorns, so in her final hours I had a miniature flying unicorn hovering and circling over the bed. The look of wonder of her face made her more beautiful than she had been for twenty years.I was tired after the trip to the shopping centre and meeting that earnest young man, Tyler, who reminded me somewhat of myself, in the days when I loved the simple life of performing card tricks.When I awoke at 5am the next morning, I realised that I had gone to the shops to collect a pair.