And she heard the sounds of guitars tuning up over a loud speaker system. She could hear an amplified voice saying, ‘testing, testing.’ She headed...toward the main winery building, intending to cut over to the stage. As she approached, she thought she saw a familiar looking person. It couldn’t be, she thought to herself. As Ana approached, a blond curly haired figure in a floral print dress happened to turn and look her way. ‘Surprise!’ said Mary Pringle. She was flanked by figures Ana soon. Calling it writer’s block isn’t really fair or accurate, folks. It was a like a writer’s blackout. I am writing again now, and I have you to thank for it. Chapter 4 The Kid meets the Man in Black The Kid walked right into it, carelessly stepping through the partition into the next car. This gave the man in black the few seconds he needed to react, standing to one side and railing him with a hard drive-line punch, connecting perfectly square on his nose. The Kid flew back, his gun flailing. Intuition, or perhaps experience with other women, had alerted Nils to Monique’s state of readiness. When we entered our apartment he spoke a few appropriate words of admiration before saying, “But I think we have all been anticipating this moment for long enough. It would be good not to make ourselves wait any longer. Do you agree?”To my surprise, it was Monique who responded – not with words but by curling her arms behind Nils’ neck and kissing him, open-mouthed, tongue working lasciviously.. Then turned back to the service entrance where a trickle of folks were running out. As I passed them going the opposite direction, one guy said, “Run for it man, they’re shooting people in there.”OK, call me stupid. I have no military training, so what am I doing heading inside. Somebody’s got to do something. Right there in the middle of somebody is the word me. And I’m the only me I know. I read in the paper the other day that in an active shooter situation, you run, if you can’t run, you.