The lad pointed. “It’s not much of a window.”“That’s because it’s an arrow slit,” Hector said.“What’s that?” the boy asked.“Watc...,” Hector rumbled. “And cover your ears.” He drew his elaborately decorated rifle over his shoulder in one smooth motion and leaned against the wall for stability. His eyes focused below while his hands performed a practiced ritual, unloading the weapon and reloading it with something else. Down below, a handful of men had a makeshift ram made from a log and some. As close to heaven as I was going to get in this life.I opened the bag to get at the fries while they were still hot. A mouth stuffed full. "Mmmmmmm." Something to listen to?" She indicated my earphones and mic.The total impossibility of speaking while I had way more in my mouth than I could chew, caused me to wave at the phones and jerk my head. "Mrgulphmpf." Oh, really?" Arghe-agoe-gormph," I pointed at her, the phones, and swallowed what I could. "Formph yomgh." For me?"I nodded fiercely,. .. confused I guess. So many people had refused to help me find him. I wasn't at my best, mentally. As soon as I had time to think about what was happening I told him the truth." And what happened then?" asked the doctor, looking at Bob."It was like this jumble of memories popped into my head, like pages of a book, but loose, and not all the pages, and not in the right order." But you remembered who Julia Miller was," prompted the doctor."I remembered that I liked her..." Bob glanced at his. If there was anything even worse than a girl having sex with her own brother, it was a woman who had sex with her own son!"Well, why don't you take it back upstairs, k**s? The living room really isn't the right place for that sort of thing," Polly told the young couple sternly, crossing her arms. Hearing someone approaching from behind her, she knew it could only be her husband and so she called out, "Honey? Come here and see what your c***dren are doing in my living room!"There was a chuckling.