Ronni passed me the remote control or the TV and I turned it on as Deb departed.The door closed. Ronni was sitting on the sofa next to my chair. She w...s close enough for my hand to touch her if I reached in her direction. I leaned my head back against the chair's headrest and sighed.Ronni immediately perked to attention. "D'ya need anything, Mister Dave?" No," I said, "well, yeah, Ronni." What?" she questioned."I need you to drop the "Mister" part. Save some words..." Okay, but I was being. “The least I wanted to do was introduce you to your daughter. But deep down, I hoped you would want me back.”“When I saw you standing there, I wanted to go throw my arms around you,” I answered, “but I was sure by now you, as beautiful as you are, would have found somebody else. I thought the man in the truck, your uncle, was your husband.”She laughed.“What do we do now,” she said. “I don’t want to be taken away from you again.”I pulled out my cell phone, punched in a few numbers.“Rick, this is. Even a hit in the head would not have penetrated.Of course, the ISILs did not know that, and they were shooting at us as if the bullets would do them some good. They were using only standard bullets because they did not want to set off the explosives in the warehouse, and we were counting on that. What they really needed was gas to drive us out because we still had to breath. Obviously, none of them had considered that, so we felt reasonably safe. We would be in trouble if they ever did think. Now at least we would have a comfortable place to take a break and have lunch.Jim and I hit most of the rides at the carnival, but the heat that day was excessive and I began to fell light headed. Jim suggested that I may need to get out of the heat a bit, and also a burger or two may also help out a bit. Since Jim was there early to get a "prime" parking spot, he was able to run an extension cord to an outlet by the side of the maintenance building. It wasn't air conditioning, but the fan in.