Still, I was rethinking the idea of the store. Was it odd to have a twenty-four-hour butcher shop?“Hey Tony,” I said as I entered.The rotund and g...uff fifty-year-old Italian behind the counter tipped his chin up at me. “Evening, Miss R. What’ll it be?”“Four racks of lamb, with mint on the side,” I announced, and he nodded as I passed him by and went directly to the walk-in freezer in the back. Stepping past the large metal door, I descended down a long flight of stairs, the walls lit with dim. . What the fuck!!!Flashback – Jack – In MoscowI was finally awake and wished like hell I was back asleep. My God was I ever sick! It was coming out of both ends and they had me in isolation because they didn't know what the hell was wrong with me. Shit! I didn't know what the fuck Masha gave me but she was going to have not only some explaining to do, she was going to owe me big time. In fact that's the only thing that was keeping me going, knowing what I was going to make her do to pay for. ” Sam Cowan was her general contractor.Roger nodded. “Sam is bad about putting someone off because he’s behind somewhere else. I recommended Sam to you; let me have a word with him. Did you get with Donna? Ready to go there?” Donna was his CPA.“I wanted to ask you about some of the procedures,” Rachel said. So they talked accounting and finance for a solid thirty minutes. At that point the whiskey was gone and there was an air of finality between them. That was when Rachel said, “Oh, I was. My voice wasstuck at this tone. And that was not the only thing that had changed.When the customer came up to the first window and handed me his money, Isaw that my arm looked thinner. After he drove up to the second window toget his food, I flexed my bicep. It was definitely much smaller."Great," I thought. "Now I'm even more of a freak." I imagined how Iwould be treated at school with my soprano voice and wimpy physique. Mylife would be miserable."Why are you doing this?" I demanded,.