That's it." Hummm, well that takes all the 'you didn't cook it right' complaints off the board." Sure does. Look, my name is John, John Connelly." Cin...y." Pleased to meet you Cindy, obviously it's your first time in here, are you in town on business?" Nope, I live over in PB, you know Pacific Beach." Oh. Well it's a nice place if you're a bleeding heart liberal." What the hell does that mean?" I'm sorry Cindy I didn't mean anything by that, I apologize."She selected a sirloin strip steak and. Arranged at various spots were the local vendors. These were people who had established kiosks and stalls where various items were available. Everything from clothing and jewelry to foods and pastries. Wayne’s wife usually had a table on her off days where she would sell pastries and loaves of bread. She had a sourdough starter that had been handed down to her by her mother, who got it from her mother. To hear Jane talk, the starter had originated on old earth San Francisco during the original. The light flooded the hall of a newly constructed house. Flooring, plumbing, electricity were complete. Wood work and carpentry was in progress. There were carpenters’ instruments, saw dust everywhere.They led us into a bed room. It was complete in all respects with double bed, fan and painting. I looked at them for the first time. They were ordinary illiterate villagers, unwashed, unkempt with grizzly beards and strong odour of sweat. They were lean, strong with not an ounce of fat on. Bob smiled widely. “Now I wouldn’t be much of a gentleman if I blabbed things spoken to me in confidence ... would I?” He stared intently at Betty. “I mean isn’t it true that women should be allowed to have certain ... secrets?”Betty flushed. This was dangerous territory. She and her sisters had adjusted to the fact that they all loved their father in ways that society wouldn’t understand. They had kept very secret who the fathers of their children were. That had been no small feat, seeing as.