" Mmm ... at our house, my, ahhh, husband ... well, he makes me throw out, you know, any food we don't eat ... once it's been served," Jhoni explained... seeming slightly embarrassed at her revelation. "So, do we put the, mmm ... leftovers in anything, well, special? Or, do we just ... you know, close them up and, ahhh, put them in your fridge?" Just as they are," I told her, getting up from my chair. "We can fold over the paper towels to keep under the containers so the grease doesn't get all. So how, you might ask, is it perfectly fine to murder a perfectly healthy human being, and come out the other end thinking it the right thing to do?Let me start out by saying that it got to the point where it was either him or me. It had been that way for a while, and it was quite a struggle. At first he put up with me, even financing my occasional shopping extravagance, but then he started having second thoughts about us. I think it was that thing where he started visiting you know who. . "Afeast day would be lovely, Richard. I'd love to dance with you again. Wehaven't had a real one since...."The farmer nodded, holding his wife's hand. "I'd like to help you boysmore if I can."Roderick looked up at the wife, and saw the fear in her eyes. Althoughthe ambush today had been perfect, their other attacks had not gonewithout loss. "Well we can always use help, but not what you think. Wecan handle the fighting but we still could use help now and then fromgood people like yourself."The. After finishing the mosquito net, I removed the nylon poncho liner from my pack, and spread it on the sleeping platform. It wasn't a mattress, but would be softer to sleep on than the bare wood of the platform, and it would absorb any sweat.Following that, I removed a pair of my extra fatigue trousers and an undershirt from my pack along with a bar of soap and a towel. Chanthra was back by the time that I finished."I will need the light when I wash our clothes," she informed me."Sure that will.