" Darwin crossed the blacktop muttering to himself. "Shit, they're probably right. Why the Hell would she come back anyway? We're probably never going...to see her scrawny ass again." Stepping off the road, he found a large tree and unzipped his pants. Darwin breathed a sigh of relief as his water began splattering against the tree. The day had been a horrendous disaster. They'd lost ten of his friends, but now at least he figured he'd lived through it. He was sure Cam would have them all. "And that is all quite apart from the fact that you are, to all appearances,a young American woman just out of college." She cocked her head slightly."Despite the maturity you show, which is all out of proportion for yourage."Nicole smiled and ignored the implied question. "I understand, Judith, andI'd prefer you take whatever time you feel is necessary. I will answer anyquestions I can. Please understand that there is no hurry; if you need totake a week, a month, a year, or even more, then do. Her right hand rested lightly on the table for a brief second, as if comforting this inanimate object so filled with years of pain, and then returned to her lap as she settled into the chair to wait. Wait for what, exactly? She didn’t know. She’d met him online, they had flirted and chatted and had, in the natural order of these things, eventually exchanged cell numbers and email addresses. Yesterday (or was it Wednesday? she couldn’t remember, exactly) he had texted her the address of this. Burton idly flipped open the folder. Not that he didn't already know what was in there.Bonnie saw the insert he was looking at. It had some scribbles on it she couldn't read. But she knew what it said at the top. Resources For Terminally Ill Patients. Her heart sank. The man wasn't young but he was far from old. He looked fit, reasonably, if a bit careworn. Like he had been taking reasonable care of himself for a ripe old age which he would never reach now. Sandy straight hair, tall and a bit.