My lunch was normally a sandwich and a beer prepared by one of the factory ladies which I normally ate beside the machines that I was installing, ther... were a couple of people in the factory who could speak a few words of English but the company had got a young girl the daughter of one of the women in the factory who spoke good English to interpret for me, when working abroad I try to learn “please, thank you” and eat sleep and drink in the local language, my mistakes usually cause hysterics. “I didn’t. Robbie Rivers told me.”“Who?”“Robbie Rivers. He did not live here long, only about half a year. He didn’t live in our neighborhood, so you probably never got to know him. I only got to know him because Mrs. Shaw assigned me to be his buddy and help the new kid get adjusted. We kind of clicked because we were both shy. After a few weeks, he got the courage to invite me over. I loved going to his house. He had so many cool toys! He said his parents bought him a lot because they moved. There was something about the depth of his laugh that reached into her and satisfied a need in her inner being.When his sounds started to subside, he placed his hand on her arm as much to quiet her surprise as to steady himself from his outburst. "You haven't seen this place yet!"So," his voice softening to an apologetic whisper continued, "For the last three years, I've lived alone and you're the first girl I've had here."After a long pause he added, "I'm sorry but I'm a guy and couldn't keep. Satan gave me a look that would curdle milk. Probably did. I’d noticed there seemed never to be much fresh cream for the coffee when the old goatfucker was around. God bless sugar, I suppose. He moved the rook he’d mentioned earlier and said, ‘Checkmate, Ken.’ I said, ‘Goddammit, Satie,’ rhyming it with ‘Sadie’ and sighed, flicking my middle finger against the cross on top of my king-piece, making it fall over. He laughed as I started to set up, again. It probably doesn’t need to be said, but.