There she sat, smiling and drinking iced tea, and wearing a man's undershirt, a thin, white t-shirt that displayed her big nipples and long, long legs... Period."I'm Melissa," she said as I stood at the sink and admired her. Her nipples made sharp peaks in the thin shirt. I introduced myself and said I was very glad to meet her. "Thanks for doing my back," she said, "will you do me another little favor?" Sure," I said, looking at my watch.She stood up and came toward me. The t-shirt reached maybe. Sarah cried a lot. I held her. I didn’t do it for her. I did it because our girls were in and out every night.The girls didn’t cry much, and we didn’t let them go to the viewings or the funeral. Mom’s coffin was closed, but dad’s was open. Sarah and I agreed it was better that they remember my parents as they were, and not some ‘things’ in a box. Emily cried a few times, and Emma did too, but I think Emma did it because Emily did. Poor Elizabeth, only four, and a young four at that really. After the call,my wife thought that Michaela was a nicer name and only required an ?a'put on the end. I said that I would think about, although I preferMichelle.My youngest brother rang at about 10.50pm after receiving a phone callfrom my younger brother. He had not received his letter but had an e-mailed copy. He also was stunned but also very supportive. After a longconversation, he spoke to my wife. She had always got on well with him,even when he was a kid. He told her that anytime she. I was almost surprised that my first shot had been a kill shot. I waited to see if the other squirrel would become curious enough to look at his friend. He hid in the den and did not show himself again.I walked down the hill to retrieve the squirrel. I moved back up the hill only after I had the squirrel inside the plastic bag that I use to carry home all my game. I tried to remember what Killer had said about game trails. Nearby I found some damp earth complete with the tracks of small animals.