Most of the conversation was about the new store. Cat was exited about it. She had never dreamed of owning her own business until after talking with A...ber. Since then, her enthusiasm at the prospect had only grown.Cat was also nervous about going into business for herself. She was risking everything she had saved. Fortunately, the project had given her a substantial war chest that could pay her private bills and cover the store for a year. If it hadn’t been for the project, opening the store. " Try," she said, lifting the seat.I did and I succeeded. She seemed delighted by the event, even the wilting."Shake off the last drops," I suggested. She giggled while shaking it."A penis is so much more fun," she decided. "Did you ever write your name in the snow up in Minnesota?" Piss drunk in my misspent youth?" I shrugged, remembering flashes of late night lakeside keggers. "Probably too dark to tell what I wrote, let alone stable enough to spell." But you got drunk with friends, didn't. "As the men shift to move away I call after them "Ah, friends, One quick question before you head out."I know it's stupid to ask, but I really have no clue."Where am I?"The three of them stop and exchange glances. The Giant shrugs, not an easy thing to do with 70 pounds of venison hanging off your shoulders."You'd better come with us," he says to me in a surprisingly soft voice. "We'll take you some place safe."I choke back a laugh. I really don't need protection, but hey, they are the first. They even had his private number, if the young man was to be believed. She passed on the request to a student nurse who was standing by to take care of such details.During this exchange the doctor had begun to examine Mary. He indicated to one of the nurses to cut off what remained of Mary's dress. When he looked up and pointed to Jeff the nun-nurse said to him, "Husband." One quick look at the person laying on the table told the doctor the source of pain she was experiencing. Her shoulder was.