I hoped I was mistaken. It was time to change the subject. ‘Look, kids. It’s been a long day. I don’t know about you, but I’m hungry. Suppose ...e put some steaks on and pop some potatoes in the micro. And maybe toss a salad?’ Louise and Bette went into the kitchen to prepare our meal. Then I went into the kitchen to fix a drink. But I didn’t get very far. Bette and Louise were standing in the middle of the room, locked together, sobbing and crying, patting and comforting each other. This was no. ‘I don’t know, but I will by Friday night.’ My friend Alan loves photography. He lives on a farm about four miles north of town and he rides to school on a horse too. We became friends the year I started riding Blizzard to school. Second grade. I rode the scenic route and met him on his way home from school Thursday. While Blizzard and Spot got reacquainted (Spot is an Appy) I handed Alan ten dollars. ‘What’s this for?’ ‘Buy fast, high contrast film and take pictures of Paul Garrett from the. The sky was darkening, and bringing with it a breeze with light spots of rain, as though it was a taster of a bigger storm to come, but Michelle walked the short distance to the shopping area to its main retail supermarket where she soon found the c***dren’s and babies aisle.What to get, she thought. A few dummies, maybe a couple of toys, a new story book. She put several items in her basket and slowly browsed around, filling it up as she went, and was soon using the self-service to fill up two. The bartender came over, and she ordered. As he prepared her drink, she reached into her black pocket book and pulled out a cigarette, which the bartender lit for her with a lighter he pulled from his pocket.She looked around the smoky room, glancing at each man in turn. Soon her gaze settled on a corner booth not far where she sat, with six men dressed in suits. Their ties were in varying states of undone. A few had their jackets off and draped over the back of the booth. She gave them a.