She was indeed an enigma of character that had me constantly trying to second guess her intent, continually keeping me on my toes whenever I was aroun... her."What about the main windows?" I asked trying to change the subject and give me reason and cause to avert my eyes away from Joy's continued, almost obscene display of herself."I don't think we need to worry about those just yet," Cynthia stated playing along. "At least those can be closed from the inside. But we should think about putting. It was nearly six weeks before we had the place in acceptable shape for practically permanent residence. The shit houses were in operation and the fences and pens were built. I hadn't made any progress on a forge yet; in fact I was still trying to decide what to do about firebrick. I knew they were different from normal brick but didn't know how to make them.Progress was being made in the bow department. Almost all the men knew a little about working with wood and when I explained what they. We would be leaving immediately upon his arrival. We had practiced crash priority deployments before. It usually took us close to five hours to load everything and get it properly stowed and secured in the planes.“I was able to get most of my men, deployment equipment, and vehicles onto the transports before Paul and Aaron arrived. Other than things like our vehicles that had to be secured for safety, we just tossed everything in a pile. When Paul and Aaron came on board, we found a seat and. He had flown home to attend the funeral and be with Jan. She was so distraught that he almost decided to give up the scholarship and stay with her, but she had insisted he continue his studies. Loving her he had left feeling guilty, and now, at the end of the year, he had returned to find her like this, and he felt even guiltier. The death of Brian, her grief and her struggle to keep the business going had debilitated her, and what had at first seemed like a common cold, which she had.