I needed to make sure I didn’t cross any boundaries and ruin things with Ann.Ann was back within thirty minutes. She looked worried. She had found D...ve asleep in their bed still in most of the clothes he had been wearing all day. He was snoring and reeked of booze. She guessed that he hadn’t noticed that their bed had not been slept in and that Ann was nowhere to be seen. She had a letter in her hand.“I make a point of never checking his phone or reading his emails,” she said “But his post has. Puddles below his feet now made a squelching sound every time he took a step, water seeping into his socks as they stuck coldly to his feet. He found though, that the urge to care about such a thing had left his body.He heard the distant sound of glass shattering, and then muffled yelling. He stopped, the rainwater dripping off his forehead and running down his face in long streams. There was silence for a few minutes, and then more yelling, this time from a distinctly feminine voice. A male. I’ve learned that farewell in thirty different languages. If I ever go on a mission to a place where I don’t know how to say it in the local language, I’ll learn it,” Sword Howard answered.“Not all of them are warriors. What about the women and kids?”Sword Howard pointed to a young boy.He said, “That boy was the first one to die. He was guarding the shack last night. He had a gun and he was willing to use it.“Last night, one of the women, I don’t know which one, cooked the meal you ate. I’m. Then he remembered seeing Dan's getaway and the smell when he walked into the house. He was crushed. He pulled back the shower curtain and stepped out without saying anything more. He took the towel that Janie had laid out for herself, and started drying himself. His mind was spinning. In a few days he'd fallen completely in love with his little sister, and now he'd caught her fucking two different men, two different times.He walked into the bedroom and saw his bed rumpled. The room reeked of.