We stepped through another door at the end ofa short hall and into chaos.Strobe lights of every color swirled around us while a loud techno songpounde... into me. The room looked like half a football field but it mayhave been the foreign atmosphere of the entire situation.Hundreds of people moved and shook and pressed into each other allaround us and I was lost in a sea of humanity with only Paul as ananchor to keep me from being washed away. He grabbed my arm and I pushedinto him.At first I saw. Now, however, they were just sad. They stared blankly out upon the world without really seeing anything . . . least of all, me. But then, it was all because of me that she had that look. All because of that Valentine’s Day night, one year ago. We’d had a fight – another one – and I’d had a few too many glasses of wine. I can’t remember what the fight was about, exactly, but I do remember that it was my fault. I mentioned something about her dress, which I knew an ex-boyfriend had purchased for. “Today, I have a surprise for my little munchkins,” he said, bouncing them on his knees. “But, first we have to make more room for Mr. Rooster and his ladies to run around. Who’s going to help?”“Me, me, me,” the girls shouted, jumping off his lap, each grabbing a hand to lead him outside.The mesh fencing came with spiked poles which made it very easy and quick to erect. It also made it possible to move the chicken run from time to time to new spots, giving the hens more space to free range. Not long after, Josi has come creeping to me, asked me to put his hand on her left breast as she said her heart was racing too, because she was finding it weird (weird I thought it came to me asking for it ), told her to give me his arm for me to check her pulse was normal that course, she thanked me with a hug and a kiss on the cheek went out for a smoke.I went to her and asked for one I smoke, she said that this was the last, oh I said I would go to the station to buy a wallet and she asked.