"I saw a flush build from above her breasts and up until her face was red. An artery began pulsing on her neck.Les played right along. "He's right Mom... You don't look so good. You should go up to your room. I'll call Sam over and we'll take care of the dishes and make some butter with Jaz. That OK with you, Jaz?" Cool."Mom was breathing harder by now. "Maybe you're right. I think I'll just go upstairs. Bring your thermometer up, Wesley."I brushed my teeth and hair. Mom had had about 5 minutes. 44-40. The noise from the .22 was easily heard throughout the hall, but they were not prepared for the roar from the .44-40, especially in rapid fire. I holstered my pistol and stood there for a full two minutes to give them time for their ears to recover. I said, "I hope you now understand why I do my demonstrations with the lighter .22 caliber pistol." That produced the expected laugh, and we proceeded with the show.I did what for me were relatively simple demonstrations and then called on. I'll be in – soon as I get a shower. Keep this quiet, okay? No leaks." This isn't my first rodeo, cowboy. I know what to do," Swindon said.Rodeo? Cowboy? Who ever heard of a Jewish cowboy, Horowitz mused. He looked at his wristwatch: 12:19.Eight hours later at 8:19, Sheldon Horowitz put down the copy he was working on. Actually, it had mostly been written by Marlee Thelms. It wasn't bad. The story was mostly background on the Patriot Sniper – mostly rehash of his original and followup. Megan was a smart girl and quickly began to put things together. The words that Susan whispered earlier started to make sense, "Fungus is safe. Safe from monster."Her entire body smells, not only her chest. It is like she bathed in coconut cream or something. This is what she meant when she said that the fungus keeps her safe. This fluid is a monster repellent.Megan wanted to go away in case the monster decided to come back but she couldn't leave Susan behind. In a way, Susan had just saved her.