She was grateful that she had a couple of days off, but was already thinking about volunteering for another shift at a hospital tomorrow. She used a s...all in the women’s restroom to change into jeans and a University of Oregon sweatshirt over a silk camisole. Her costume went into her backpack after her winter boots came out, and she made her way to the Max station nearby to wait for the Blue Line home to her apartment near the Willamette River. Erin made small talk with Mrs. Hansen, an elderly. A wise and wonderful women, never judgemental. In time I explained that I wasn’t gay, just into the sex – funny, but I think that was a disappointment. A New Age Jewish mother, being gay would’ve been perfectly fine. Very Broadway. Very Hollywood. She passed 20 years ago. I’m still not really convinced that she bought into my marriage, at 25, to my wife Sarah. Whom she loved just as well. I arrived at McGill at age 18, at the end of August, 1978. An awkward kid and still every bit the math nerd. Remebering your stirn face I try to pay attintion and manage to catch you telling me were having comapny . "...bringing some people home for dinner I want you to pull stakes from the freezer and make a desert. I'll let you choose what to make. But it has to go well with Red Wine." I look up at you and you smile at me. The trace of anger from a moment ago all but gone. "Understand?" I smile proudly at you," Yes master, take the stakes out and make a dessert that gose well with red wine. What. I was kind of tired, and I almost let them drive themselves back. Good thing I didn’t, Carlos was at the tent, obviously angry that no one was there.I calmed him down, a little, by thanking him for letting Sarah help me. I gave both the girls a hundred apiece, noticing his eye light up. I was sure the money would be gone before long. I asked if they wanted to help me in the morning and they both assured me they would. Carlos just grunted.The window was down, and as I got into the truck I heard.