She even remade the bed when my skills did not meet with her approval. She was not about to let a guest think that she was not a skilled housekeeper. ...he only let me work at the kitchen because she knew I loved to cook Ð that and the fact that I owned it.I cut up some vegetables and fruits for a platter, cooked some rice for the red beans and put together some chicken salad from a freshly roasted hen I bought the day before. Next, I made fresh limeade, put some beer and soda on ice along with a. Though neither one of them feels like the matter of Rachele’s secret pregnancy has been resolved, it seems that between them they have said everything that needs to be said.“So...” Rachele says in an uneasy tone that has a sense of finality to it. This is all so familiar to her. It feels exactly like the awkward farewell they had shared after they had spent the night comforting each other following the funeral. “Did you parked near the market?” she inquires, realizing that it is pointless to. People get drunk, shit happens.”“Alright.” I got quiet and began eating my hamburger.He stared at me for a few moments and laughed. “I mean I still want to know, I’m just saying I’m not going to make a big deal about it.”I smiled with a mouth full of food. “You’re fucked up." I forced some food down. “Tyler, do me one favour though, don’t tell anyone about this. Nobody, alright? This is between me and you.”“I won’t tell anyone, I promise. Come on man, you can trust me.”I eyed him. “Alright, we. Or," Kieu-Linh said, hesitating, "do you ... prefer women?" No, no. I like men myself, though I admit I've been tempted once or twice by women serving with me. Those long nights in the field..." Willow trailed off, then continued, "but they were my subordinates, and besides, there was too much to do, too many dangers to spend time on idle flings." I understand," Kieu-Linh replied, "I just think ... it would be nice for you to find love. I like you, Willow ... I think you're special, too ... I.