We walked less than a city block. When Mikah and I got back to the room, Janet looked like she was choking to tell me something.“What the hell is it...” I asked her.“The bartender ‘Lottie’ called. She is scared, but she has some information. I promised we would take care of her till all the drunks sobered up, if she told us what she knew,” Janet said.“Good for you,” I said with a smile. “Maybe you should get an additional room. There is an adjoining room next door, at least that’s what I assume. "Poor dear, why are you handcuffed to the bench?" I?ve been a bad girl and I?m being punished."She erupted into laughter. "What are you beingpunished for? It?s kind of unusual to be punished bydressing in a poodle skirt and being handcuffed to abench." My wife caught me with her pantyhose." Oh, you?re a crossdresser! How interesting!" shesaid, just a little too loudly, drawing the attentionof the seven or eight people adjacent to our area. Afew threw disgusted looks our way, and others sort. White-hot anger surged through him, an intense fire that he fought desperately to control. His empty hand was clenched in a fist, his entire body shook with fury. But as his anger came under control, it began to fade, to replaced by something else. He realised what he was feeling, and quickly brought back the images that he had just seen to mind, to get angry once again. But it was no use; the anger faded and the crippling despair crept into him. John slumped over, his face collapsed in grief. Chris had put on a BBQ for the German crew. And over dinner, they discussed what to do with the windows. Chris told them his builder had walked out on him. He showed them the letter. The windows were unloaded into the garages after dinner. So the truck drivers could leave on the evening ferry too. The built crew went to their hotel. The next morning they would get together again with Chris to discuss what to do next. The window openings were nowhere near ready to receive the new high-efficiency.