The swamper helped the undertaker to load the bodies into his buckboard, and I tipped the swamper another four-bits to clean up the mess. The swamper ...elt like he was rolling in money!We each bought a Mexican beer to placate the bartender. I drank mine, but Abi only took a couple of sips from hers and gave the rest to the swamper. We went back to our hotel room and found a map waiting for us on the bed. Dammit, I was going to have to start making a list of all the things I was asking for from. She stepped further into the dark alley, back where the light did not reach. She tried to conceal herself within the discarded furniture laying in the alley. She stepped over another mattress and up against a metal dumpster trying to hide from the approaching dogs. But it did no use, as the big dogs followed her strong aroma back into the alley.Soon Molly was surrounded by the three huge dogs. They appeared to be mutts, but with breeds she recognized. One was a german shepard, another a. Tangier in the '40's had places like this... **** Kiki, the small c***d of the family who owned the hotel, brought them a bottle of Mezcal, cooled by an inadequate refrigerator in the cantina downstairs. Already, the room had grown close with the smell of their bodies, and the two looked at him with eyes of a color never seen in this village. The color of Canadian lakes, high in the mountains that drink the sky in their cold, cold depths. As he held out the. She bent a neck around the door."What?"The interior of the boathouse, for all that it was less than three months old, looked like it had been the catch-all of miscellany for fifty years. There was a small dinghy hanging from the ceiling, odd masts, spars, an old Coast Guard can buoy ... with brass gong, old license plates, watering cans, hoses, a broken sextant, lines in various stages of deterioration, shovels, the anchor with the broken fluke ... that was the result of the K5 and boathouse.