He swears he didn’t hear anything about it. Uh, the team owner was onsite yesterday. He wasn’t happy but he said he would work with us. If we can ...et the stage off by seven or eight things will work out OK. He left a number for us to contact him if we need anything. I didn’t really like him but he said all the right words. If it is in the contract, we have to do it or pay a penalty.”“Yeah,” Liz grumbled. “Have you spoken to the backup guys yet?”“They’re on board,” Stephanie said. “With them. As before, the porch light went out and the door opened with an ominous creaking. We stepped inside.Leathers was standing there. He gave Angel a peck on the cheek and said, “Hi,” then turned to me. “Hey Sarah, how’ve you been?” He was no longer wearing his motorcycle helmet. This time he wore a cloth hood type mask with only his eyes, nose and mouth showing.I was feeling a bit nervous, but in a strange relaxed sort of way. “Been doing good,” I said. We all walked into the living room. And there. Soon there was a pile in the hallway. He yanked open her dresser drawers and dumped the contents atop the multicolored mound. No one should ever wear them again. A fire seemed the best solution, maybe burn them right in the sanctity of their bedroom. Burn down the whole damn house. As Sam scowled over the adulterous wardrobe, he morbidly wondered what she wore that day. Replaying the confrontation in the men’s room for the hundredth time, something Bob said made his heart skip. He kicked around. Her people, she thought of the caravan, no longer her old family. John, Vedeya and Talus were her family, and the caravan were her people now. One among the caravan's little nomad scouts won slinging this year. Chin took singlestick, he was just too fast to be countered.The gathering was as happy a place as ever, the sounds of laughter, the calls of the vendors, dust raised by running little feet, the camels talking amongst themselves, the braying of an ass, feeling lonely and ignored. Sukuli.