The Judge passing sentence... The newspapers… The sound of creaking hinges and a door opening behind the bar interrupted his thoughts. Beverley Ja...kson emerged from the dark abyss of the cellar, struggling with a heavy crate of alcohol above her head. Crushing his cigarette into an ashtray and leaping from the bar stool he rushed to her assistance, taking the box with one hand and helping her up with the other. A moment of agonising silence hung over them in a veil of unspoken emotions, two. The external security floodlights of the cold storage plant cast a brightness through the high window that allowed us to see each other reasonably well.It was almost as if we hadn't slept together before. I was tight up against the partition wall, so as to give her room on the narrow bed, and she seemed to be clinging to the far edge, not moving closer at all. There was an unusually wide gap between us; quite impressive given the small size of the bed."Are you really okay, Sheila? The truth,. His friends called him back to the water. He asked if I wanted to come back out but I wasn't sure about swimming the first time I was ever high. He said he would spend a few minutes in the water then hit the changing rooms. After that he would give me a ride home to geto ready for tonight. He pulled out a big fat joint and said that I could entertain myself while he wrapped things up. I sat there puffing away watching him surf feedling like the world was floating around me. That's when I knew I. That leg rocked idly left and right as Steve pushed against it in his efforts. With a spasm of amusement, he realized he was just doing what his wife'd done under him, so many times.If Steve minded, he showed no sign.His mind, he found, was awash in voices and sights, some current, some old, all crisp like new, all strange yet not strange to him. Somewhere running through and around everything was a high drunken voice, singing if that was the word for it, over and over, "When I am gone, I am.