We pulled the narrow barge after us and all the way to the other side of the city. The large building we stopped at had a few dozen workers making man... different sized barrels. We bought a dozen of the cylinders before we left and headed home. Home was an old boathouse with two lofts and more than enough room to park the boat and barge.We tied up and Samuel slipped out to get dinner while we cleaned and straightened up. My sleep held dreams of men hunting me and a lot of blood. I woke to a. We used to talk late nights for privacy and it went for some days and during that time we had discussed all personal issues as well due to frankness b/w both of us and non of any personal things was hidden b/w us. One day she asked me for meeting so I agreed and she told me her address and we decided the day to meet. On the decided day I went to her home in evening and rang the door bell, she opened the door and gave a smile to me and welcomed me. I went inside and we went inside drawing room.. His manners with her are always light and easy. The one moment he might ask her a serious question, trying to find some inroad to a problem, only to joke with her about her dialect in the next, telling her his imperative: a physician should be able to understand his patient. And she goes along, teases him when he misuses a word or mangles a phrase, laughs with him. I even heard her, albeit a little wistful, laugh about herself, and Helmut, at times. And he took her mind off her cure-induced. "Why not," he smiled.Nicole looked at her wine glass. It was still full."It would be a shame to let this go to waste. Here," she said, passing him the glass.Well, it would be a shame, George thought. Before he knew it, he'd tipped the glass back and poured the whole contents down his throat."Heh, seems like you really like it," Nicole said. "Why don't you bring the bottle with you?"Whoa, George thought as bubbles of light-headedness trickled up through his brain. He was probably going to regret.