We were sitting at the airport thirty minutes before the plane landed.I watched the passengers entering the terminal and identified Ken from his photo...raph near Linda’s television. Ken looked directly at me at the same time as I spotted him which surprised me but then I remembered that Linda had sent him a photograph of me with Carol.Ken didn’t go to Linda as I had expected but came to me with his hand out. I took his hand and said, “Hello Ken, it’s nice to meet you.”“Nice meeting you too,. I really can't talk about Hospice at all, except to say they are the most wonderful, caring, helpful human beings I've ever met. They explained to Stan, and to me, and to my dad and his girlfriend, what was happening, and why it was happening. People go through fairly predictable stages as they die. They made Stan's last job on this world much easier. He was fortunate, in that he didn't need many drugs for the pain. He was clear-headed most of the time.Stan had liver cancer. In 1995, he was one. "To the next time!" he says with a dazzling smile. Now I feel guilty at being so half-hearted with him. Waiting for me in the blazing sunlight is Marco in his lovely bright red Spider. We are to go up into the mountains where there is a village with a beautiful Byzantine church. I am learning loads about art and churches and many other essential things. For example, it is NEVER correct to drink a cappuccino after 10:30 in the morning. For the rest of the day, one drinks un caffe, an espresso. Again Alex smiled and put her finger to her lips, shushing me again, as he grunted next to us, she pointed to the hole in the wall, conveniently covered with the bog roll, and I lifted the sheet of paper and peered through.I saw grey matted hair on a thinning pate, and when Alex tapped my shoulder I looked down to see his hand had taken her ankle and held her firmly, his semen spurting along her black stockinged foot, each spurt of jism accompanied with a satisfying grunt, and when I looked at.