Paul drove me to Granny’s West, and it looked like they had a good crowd for a Tuesday night. When I looked around the dining room, I saw it filled ...ith several of my classmates and their families. Jan, Yuri’s girlfriend, was working the hostess stand.“Everyone’s in the back.”I just nodded and went through to the kitchen. I saw that Marshal and Curtis, from my photography class, were setting up a camera tripod and lights. Someone turned a metal table sideways so we could show the desserts as we. ................................................................................................................................................. It was another late night. Like most nights, I was the last to leave the library. My Master’s thesis consumed my life, bringing me late nights and early mornings. It also left very little time for a social life, not like I had one. People seemed to avoid me. I wasn’t sure whether it was my intellect, my interest in ancient societies, or the morbid way. I put my arm around Pam and asked “You are welcome to have brekky with us. Then we need to take you shopping for food next week. Heather and I are going on Thursday for 7 to 10 days.”Heather asked “Where is Peter?”Pam said sadly “With Tina, it’s some type of Chinese/Asian festival this weekend so he is staying over with them. I’m all on my own” Drawing a long sad but funny face. We all laughed.Pam sat with me at the dining table whilst the girls made us a nice drink with bacon, eggs, tomatoes,. It had been a bit rattling as they bumped and jolted the crate around with complete abandon to the fragile signs plaster about the crate. But she was fine, just un-nerved and a bit bored. There were crates on the shelf above her and boxes to either side. It was stuffy and dark. Lisa arrived at the dock and was unloaded about mid-night. She was unloaded, sorted and stored till morning. The warehouse man startled her awake when the fork lift hoisted her crate into the air. Lisa was loaded.