Towards the end, he wanted to be at home. I was with him every day, talking to him, although he had so many drugs in him it was hard to tell if he und...rstood.Then I came up with the idea of telling him our story, again, the way we had lived it. I couldn’t always tell if he could hear me – but sometimes, when I told a particularly funny or significant part, he would smile or squeeze my hand.Two chapters in our life together seemed to reach him the best. The story of how we almost foundered, when. "Why don't we go in the living room? Sheila's home today and we were just getting ready to have some sun tea."Martha led the way to the living room with BB trailing by a few paces. BB was taking in the house and the way it was furnished. It was tasteful without being gaudy and it made a person feel welcome.BB walked into the living room about five paces behind Martha. Sheila looked up and saw BB, did a double take, and breathlessly asked, "Who are you?"BB's eyes were locked on Sheila's, and he. ”Bosch’s head hung forward. He turned, slowly – and then frowned. “You two. Man the guns.” The faint sound of screaming and gunfire was coming from one of the speakers – and through the camera into the headquarters that Lou had been dragged from, he could see the sight of combat specialized bioforms cutting their way through the defenders. They seemed to be as perturbed by Project Etemenanki as he was.Not at fucking all.“Yes, man the guns,” Lou said, his voice flat. “Man the guns and die in. I walked through the door and he was sitting on the couch, wearing a silk robe watching a high-class gay porn on the big screen TV. He motioned for me to sit next to him, but I shook my head no, sat the Walgreens bag next to the couch and began dancing to the cheesy porno music coming from the television.I shook my ass in his face, and he grabbed my cheeks and gave them a good squeeze. I moved away and slowly peeled my tshirt over my head. I turned around and rubbed the shirt across my back,.