”“That is a bad one. All the farms out that way have been marked and are being burned out as the patrols reach them.” Aston was happy to see thi... family had a hand pump. He hooked a waxed-cloth-hose to the pump and was able to fill the barrel in a few minutes of pumping. “I hope it stays out that way,” said Aston.“So do I, mister, so do I,” said Webber.Aston was back on the road a short time later. He did ask if any of his horses or mules needed looking at but was told they had been shod and. .. she was acting like an idiot! Talking too loud, laughing too much... She wasn't natural.She wasn't being herself.And she didn't introduce Carla!Not that those dumb friends had asked for an introduction, but so what? It was Linda's obligation! I mean, no need to say: "This is Carla Ferrara, the woman I sleep with," but... Simply: "This is Carla" would be fine. Just to include Carla in the conversation. Right?People walked by them. Guys stared at them, at Linda and Carla, not at those dumb. Lynn turned back to the scenery and a few seconds later I did too. I had forgotten how nice Lynn’s legs were. Whenever I thought of her, I always remembered her breasts, those gorgeous things I had seen so fleetingly years ago. Sometimes, I had to admit, I had pictured them when I was huffing and puffing over my ex-girlfriend and several women before that. However, I hadn’t done that since the birth of Lynn’s second child. She had kind of let herself go during her second pregnancy. Looking at. I took my American Express card from my wallet and handed the leather folder back to Alex.Alex returned a moment later and I added a tip to the credit card receipt, signed it, and handed it back. He thanked us, we thanked him, and then we left the restaurant. After hugs and kisses all around, except for Kurt and me who shook hands, we all headed home.March 31, 1991, Chicago, Illinois“The game will be Friday,” Mario said when he called me at home early on Sunday afternoon.The Penguins had won.