But I thought I had everything I needed for the ones I was attempting. But after many failed attempts, I realized that I might be missing key herbs an... oils. And it was back to the drawing board, I needed a way to get more. Which brought me to present day. “Sidney, wake up sweetheart, I am going to a new Sundays Market.” “What?” groggy and rubbing my eyes. My mother standing over me.“There is a new Sundays Market downtown, I thought maybe you would like to tag along?”It was 8 am on a Sunday, I. "What would we have time to do?" Kim wanted to know."A good dinner," Tess said."A good hotel," I said."We could see a play." Or a ballgame." But then we would arrive at the tournament very late on Tuesday, correct?" Kim said."True," I said. "We'd have to leave the bus out here in the boonies somewhere -- you're not going to catch me driving this thing in Manhattan! And we'd have to drive back here to get it again, on Tuesday morning. Just to Boston, from New York, is over 200 miles, and Boston. “Well, there’s nothing we can do I guess except wait for the elevator to be fixed,” she replied.“That’s not exactly what I meant,” I said taking a step toward her.“I know what you are thinking and it’s not happening,” she said. “You have a girlfriend and I’m kind of seeing someone right now too.”As I stepped closer to her I said, “I know, but I kind of figure what happens in broke down elevators is kind of “off the record”. “Kind of like the phrase what happens in Vegas stays in Vegas.”By. Senator Dolcett introduced it to help with the population explosion; the economic downturn didn't help, so the State joined with the Feds, and all women over sixteen had to participate. It was legal cannibalism. And Al's Butcher Shop became our Town's Lottery Abattoir, and I was the Official Collector of delinquent losers in the Lottery, amongst other duties. I still had to make the deliveries of orders, but now I delivered the women's bodies for consumption.I made one day a week my 'arrest'.