“You too,” to Moe, handing her the sticks.“Fucking A,” said Eddie. They followed Nigella onto the stage.Plugging in and turning on. Checking t...e mics. “We okay, Bob?” Nigella asked. They saw his thumb pointed up.“I’m Eddie,” Eddie said. “And these are my Monsters.”He strummed. A side of the single. They clicked in.Five songs later, Nigella leaned against Joe. “Richard’s here. One more,” she said into the mic. The audience applauded rudely. They had responded to Eddie by and large, but they came. ”Lopez was looking at the shift sheet on the computer. “A delivery from FedEx and two from UPS, the mail, Food Store and the Hardware Store. Looks like a slow day — just the way we like them.”“As usual, the mail lady just dropped the mail off at the guard shack and had a cup of coffee with me.”All mail and packages that came to the Retreat were run through a scanner to make sure there weren’t any bombs or poisons in or on any of it. When it was deemed safe, one of the guards took everything to. He considered closing his eyes, getting in another five or ten minutes of snooze. But the bustling sounds of activity going on downstairs told him that there would be no peace to be found.Slowly he sat up, blinking away sleep and glancing around at his bedroom as the cobwebs were shaken from his mind. Science fiction posters lined his walls. Books and comics had begun to form small mountains over by his desk while clothes where hastily thrown about. He’d have to do something about that before. After a couple of minutes we disentangled and Jane was still all smiles.I was going to fill the Jerry can with water but when I went to lift it up I found it was full. She must have filled it up during the morning. These, when full are heavy and her so small. I would have thought it would have been a struggle, but as I said before, for her size and weight she was strong. So I left it, and went to try to install the lighting.Tools were the problem, and I know that most people carry some basic.