When Dad started asking questions, Mama mentioned Gordon Malcolmb's, name and Dad made a sour face."What did he do for the mill, Kenny?" He was the sa...es manager for the whole company. He's only been there for a month, and they moved here all the way from Salt Lake City." Is he a Mormon?" I asked Shirley that too. She says they aren't. I think she said they were Methodists or something." We can hire him, Thomas. We can always use a good salesman or whatever Kenny said he was. Shirley's a nice. .uh...Dave,” he extended a hand calloused by chopping wood and working his land.“Nice to meet you. You can call me Shah!”“Okay, Shah!”The newly met dog lover took a swig from his water bottle.“It’s almost empty. You want some more,” inquired Dave.“That’d be great. I know there’s a general store up about two miles, but I drink like a fish.”Dave chuckled. “Just water or spirituous libations as well.”“I’m a lightweight with alcohol,” giggled the clearly effeminate guy.“My cabin is just a mile or. I took the obligatory picture as they stared at me in surprise and shock so as to have a defence in my divorce.At this point many may desire to know what my wife and I look like as well as some history so let me digress. My name is Alexand and you do not need to know my last name but I am 5'10 and of medium build with hazel coloured eyes and a somewhat striking face some even call me handsome. My wife's name is Lucilla and she is 5'6 and a very attractive woman with a classic coke bottle. His mother had died from a stroke, but learning the cause wasn't any comfort. She had been the one thing in his life that made sense. At least she hadn't suffered. It was a small funeral attended by a few friends and distant relatives. An aunt from his father's side of the family showed up and tried to corner him about who was getting money from his mother's estate. He took great pleasure in seeing the crass woman thrown out of the church. His father of course, was a no show. He hadn't expected.