She knewthat from the start. In Walt, she sensed a fellow warrior. There was aquiet reserve to his character that had communicated itself to Marciaben...ath his easy-going jocular exterior. He was a person who hadstruggled at the bottom of the pit between the urge to existence and thetemptation of non-existence. Those who'd known that struggle themselvesrecognized the quality in others.Marcia must have communicated something of the sort to Walt. Because tohear Grace tell it, he hadn't been as. He just chuckled nervously. “Sorry for running into you; I’m kind of late for work.” “Oh, really?” he raised an eyebrow, noting her current wardrobe. “Where at?” She flashed a deviant smile, exposing a row of perfect white teeth and walked past him into an alley. The woman approached a door and rapped on it twice before it opened, letting out a blue light and loud music. She turned back to him. “So I never really got that name,” she yelled over the music. “Dane. Yours?” She flashed that deadly. I must have slept more than ten hours straight.Got up, had some breakfast, checked if the laundry had dried up in the midnight sun and went for a swim. I saw some people coming out of the sauna, which meant it was warm, and decided to join in and washing myself up, getting dressed and preparing for my role as client and photographer for the ladies.In the sauna I had met the couple that had caught us the night before on the road when we were trying to drink from each other. I wasn’t sure if they. “I am surprised they made you get evaluated after all these years, Mom” Greg told his mom. He had been evaluated last year and wouldn’t have to report again for another decade.Carol looked at her son with scorn in her eyes because he was implying she was very, very old but she said nothing.“Yeah, how come they didn’t make you go Dad?” Bobby asked his father.“I am not sure, Son. I suppose they felt that if your mom does get classified a slave there would have to be someone here to train her and.