”Rachael jumped up. “Why wait till this afternoon? We can have lunch in town. C’mon, move it old man!”Like most things, Rachael took a real in...erest in camping gear. I’d taken her to the store to buy a sleeping bag. The first inkling of her weird shopping habits was the sleeping bag.She liked the green one. That’s it. It didn’t matter that it was big enough for ten people. She liked the green color. Then she had to try it, climbing in and rolling around inside it on the floor, pronouncing her. ‘Haven’t you seen an Aapian before,’ the old woman let out. ‘No,’ Zahava replied. ‘Both of you shut up,’ the man snapped, ‘read her fucking palm or play with those cards and let me know her future. ‘Very well,’ she replied. She led them to a small table. Zahava sat down at one end and the old witch at the other. The man sat on the side and threw down a gold coin. ‘Give me your hands,’ the old woman requested. ‘No,’ Zahava replied. ‘Do it,’ the man yelled before banging his fist onto the table.. It clanked and rattled. It grew darker and darker in the garage. More and more intimate. This lusty fear squeezed about my heart as I stared at Dad, his dark eyes peering back at me. The garage door boomed close.We were in our own world.That energy I felt became magnetic. I suddenly couldn't stop myself. My lips were pulled towards his, attracted. I shifted towards him, my breathing so tight. The pressure almost crushing my heart, choking my lungs. A dizziness washed over me, little stars. .. anyway, they appeared to be surprisingly normal guys under the surface who took great pleasure and pride, in showing me photographs of their wives and children.It was the other guys who I weren't so sure about. They were there all the time, but kind of weren't at the same time. Eventually I worked out that there must have been at least eight or ten of the buggers.You know, there is something about a professional military man that makes him stand out from the crowd. Much like Cops, they carry.