" Sure Mom," I said.A code that Mom, Jenna and I created many years back, when we were little kids, was based on what we were going to eat, and what u...ensils we would need, F for fork, K for knife and S for spoon. Many times it was a FS night, eating something that didn't need a knife. On the few occasions we had a salad, it would be FFKS, which had a rather interesting mnemonic if one of us was in a hurry, something that sounded like 'fi-fucks'. That usually caused one or more of us to laugh. So, how did you two meet the first time, and please don't tell me you offered him food, and he fell in love with your cooking."She busted out laughing at that before she answered me."No, not really. The day Pete and his men started on the fence, he came in and asked if it was ok to fill the water jugs from the outside faucet. I guess it kind of went from there. It seemed like every time I turned around, he was there with that big smile and soft voice. We finally got a little time to talk, and. However, my shotgun, though a single barrel, was designed as an auto-loader that ejected the spent shell and sent a fresh shell into the chamber ready to be used as the second shot. It used a box-magazine that held 10 shells, meaning that I had an initial load of 11 shots before I had to replace the magazine. I figured that any animal that needed that many shots to put it down was going to kill me before I killed it.This shotgun was recoil compensated so that it was not such a bear to handle. I could sell them on the street and help Liz pay for the house she was determined to buy in San Diego.“I won’t,” Bill said, sliding the paper back toward me. I ripped it into small pieces – unwilling to test my resolve on the subject. “I’ll put the order in today. It should be here by ... tomorrow, maybe. Can I assume that shipping costs won’t be an issue?”“They won’t,” Liz said.“I can bring it out when it gets here,” Ciera offered. I think she saw her access to Liz’s mansion coming to an end.