As usual, I spent some time in the local saloon looking for information. This being Saturday, there was a lively crowd about, and a grand time was had...by all. Unfortunately, all I got for my time was some pleasant conversation; the poker table was full and there was no sign of a chair opening up. I left about midnight for my bed.The next morning I left in the general direction of Deming. It was a pleasant little place and I was under no pressure to get anywhere. This time of year, the high. So some new peaple got into the bar and they tought that I am with the other girl. Some time later I was tired of her theatre and sat on the bar and was only watching. She went to the toilet and on the way back some guy started to dance at her. He was tall and maybe some nice guy but he had some disgusting puss (The other girl told that too later on). At the same moment I knew what was going to happen, so my heart began to pound und my hands got very cold.They danced a little bit, than she came. "I wondered where I'd put that thing," she said. "I didn't realize it was in here." I'm really sorry," I said, thinking about my boner, and how mad she'd be if she found out I got it while looking at her picture."My husband had that painted, right after we got married," she said casually. "I decided I'd take it with me when I left. I should have just thrown it out." WHY?" I gasped. The idea of the painting in my hands being in the garbage seemed just horrible, right then."I'd think that would. It wasn't because of previous childhood experiences, it wasn't because she found her job stressful, it was simply because, every single year, she would find herself spending Christmas alone. You see, even though she was close with her family, they lived too far away for her to visit them, and her friends were always busy with their own arrangements, so she would always end up with a Christmas dinner for one and a soppy Christmas film.Another lonely Christmas was approaching, and Stephanie was.