Next to Doc Canfield. The quiet quarters.’ ‘How’s that?’ ‘Oh, the Doc won’t tolerate any noise after eight. Calls the cops, er, the police...’ ‘Cops is fine, Ma’am. We’re used to worse.’ ‘I, uh, yes, I imagine so. Well, got much more to move in?’ ‘Nope. This is the last box. Good thing, too. My back’s not enjoying this anymore.’ The woman laughed, seemed to hesitate, then leaned in. ‘So, how ’bout I cook up a steak or two, toss a salad. You interested?’ ‘Is that a trick question?’ Burnett replied. The woman bathed his forehead with water from a plastic jug. Removing the scarf was forbidden to her. Rivulets, pink like the petals of my spring, washed into the soil.A calm took him and his eyes were clear. He reached out and grasp the hem of the woman's robe. He tugged it free from her knees. He shuddered and coughed with the last of his strength. His arm fell back.She did not speak. She obeyed. She took his hand to her breast and kissed his skin. She tasted the burnt propellant splashed. Shereasoned that it would be easier to leave the truck here at the house,walk down to Hiram's, and drive her own car. She could drop Pat off athome and then just leave town, regardless of what the officer had toldher. It would be less painful that way.She took care of the truck first and then went into the house. She stoodinside the front door and just soaked up the atmosphere. An empty oldhouse never feels empty. All of the generations of families, thechildren, parents, and grandparents. Woh bahot sharma gayi aur usne kuch jawab nahi diya. Sidha bathroom ka door knock kiya, maine darwaze se hath nikal kar sidha uska haath pakad liya aur woh ekdum se ghabra gayi.Fir maine towel liya aur kuch der baad jab bahar aaya toh dekha woh mere room me hi pocha laga rahi thi. Main sidha room me gaya aur towel sarka ke apni body pochne laga.Woh dekh ke Monica sharma gayi aur maine use himmat kar ke puch liya Monica meri body kaisi hai? Usne sharma ke kaha achi hai. Mujhe uske jawab se.