"No not at all, please do I would love some company," I invited her to join me.Barb sat down in the other easy chair and shared the ottoman with me. I...offered her part of the newspaper but she graciously declined."I thought that you may want to look at the real estate section," I teased."Funny," she laughed.I put the paper down and then we chatted for quite awhile. She was very easy to talk to and we got along very well. Barb was younger than my daughter by a couple of years but she was. He obviously was dead drunk or had been zoned out on drugs. He was snoring slightly, so he wasn’t dead. He was in some sort of school uniform, but he was soaked to the bone. He evidently had fallen into the fountain pool in some sort of intoxicated state and had only managed to drag himself out and onto the lip of the pool before passing out.He wasn’t dead, but he might be so if he remained out here much longer as the night cooled down. I bent over him and shook him, but he remained. The blade was thin and narrow. Tom had watched his father use it on dozens of bass, mostly large mouth, and pike. He himself had filleted sunfish with it as a ten year old. Now, he sharpened it on a stone.Or tried to. It had been years, not since Boy Scouts, since he had tried to do anything like this. Back then he had sharpened his jackknife, dulled after whittling. Now he was trying to bring an edge back to a tool important to their survival. It had become clear, by the third fish, that while. I assume that you two are from the insurance agency…” the lady sitting in the chair said.“About that... We are not from any agencies. But we have something that might interest you.” Bella spoke interrupting the lady.“If it’s some personal matter, meet me during the lunch hour. I don’t have time for such insignificant matters which in on way concerns my business,” she spoke with firmness in her voice.“Ma’am this is regarding your hus...”“I told you. Meet me during the lunch break,” she replied.