On a hot summer'a day the scent of pine pitch and cottonwood sap would hang heavily in the air."Methow" was thought to be an Indian word for "valley o... the sunflowers," but no one could say for sure. The first white men had found a small tribe of natives living at the confluence of the Methow and the larger Columbia River to be welcoming and friendly. A few years later, white man's diseases and guns had killed and scattered the Methow band. None remained to confirm the meaning of their name,. A hand, an arm. Gesturing. I walk towards it. My heart’s beating, hard. I can feel it. Each beat causing an effect. Euphoria. I have attention. I have opportunity. I walk, one foot in front of the other, one foot over the other. A strut of sorts and I’m at the cab. My head is cloudy, but I remember my instructions. The passenger door opens and a hand reaches down. I smile. I’m in.I remember my instructions. Just. Suck only. Mouth or face. Best you can get. A small contribution. I’m in and I. He was a Bihari. He stood up as we were stopping the car near him. He had a variety of fruits like orange, apple, bananas, pineapple and others.So the ground was ready for us to play. Firstly, I asked him about the price of apples while sitting in the car. I wanted to make an impression of a high class girl. I talked to Harp in English before that guy. Then I came out of the car to check the quality of fruits.Harp, as per our plan, told me to buy bananas, oranges and grapes for children in. I got up and walked over to the door. When I opened it Ashley came barging in like she owned the place. "So, you guys weren't shitting me. This is legitimate." Ashley said. "Yes it is.." I said catching a smell of her breath. She was out drinking obviously, and she reeked of gin. "Ashley, did you drive here?" I asked. "No I didn't you stud." Ashley slurred her sentence. "I'm a responsible person, and now I need to talk to you guys." she said."I want to see your kids first." Ashley said. Nancy.