Mum had been using the bread maker again and I didn’t even notice. The bread smelt like it was ready so I opened my eyes, prepared to get up and tak... the bread out of the machine.I had to blink a couple of times to absorb what I was seeing. The table was spread with food, including a freshly baked loaf of bread – half of which was already gone. The rest of the loaf already had several thick slices cut from it. Mum, Dad, Tara and Angie (with Lucy) were sitting around the table. Tara was across. Simon didn’t like the night shifts, though there wasn’t much work then. Leisure allowed loneliness to creep in. After cleaning the toilet, Simon headed toward the balcony, intending to smoke a cigarette there. Then he noticed that the door of ward 8 was ajar. Nurses’ carelessness maybe. He knew who lay in ward 8 – a girl in her early twenties who had the misfortune to be run over by a pickup truck. Simon hesitated for a moment. Deep in the recesses of his mind a strong impetus was urging him. "So, what's the occasion?" I asked casually while eating.Three beautiful faces looked at me innocently. "What do you mean Dac?" Roya replied naively."This meal," I answered just as naively, enjoying playing dumb, "you three must want something pretty bad to go to this much trouble." Well," Treeya responds tentatively, "now that you mentioned it, we... well we were thinking... ah... thinking that..." Oh, let's just ask him!" Sheel interrupted with authority in her voice. "Dac, now that we have. ”Hurriedly Kari swung open the door wearing a skin-tightnightgown which revealed her 34d breasts. “May I helpyou Jack? I thought I said it was over between us.”Jack frowned, looking at this absolute fox of a womanglaring at him looking tired as can be. “Yes Kari, I doremember what you said, and I was hoping perhaps we cantalk it over?”Kari was in no mood to talk so she said simply, “Ok,We’ll talk, but I don’t want you in here, and I.