We settled ourselves in the front room.“Is Monsieur M in, Natalia?”She smiled. My imagination decided it was a feral smile.“He’s out of town u...til next Wednesday, Michael. He’s in the U.S., in fact. Another business trip.”That didn’t seem to require an answer, especially since the mood in the room to me changed with Natalia’s comment. Just then her cell phone chittered.“It’s OK, sweetie. Michael’s here. I’ll tell him.”She ended the call and turned to me.“That was Alejandra, Michael. She’s been. They can donate blood plasma on their own, assuming they can find the medical supplies. Tom already assures me he can hook them up to run off a car's cigarette lighter as long as the car remains stationary. We'll give them as much of our universal plasma and a cross sampling of the other blood types as we can."We'll also preannounce each location we're heading for, telling them to begin preparing for us by gathering the survivors together. We'll announce that we can't treat everyone, but we can. My bum for instance, too loose, too tight?” Mike smiled and moved his eyes across her as she turned and slightly bent for him.“Lovely bum, it’s just right. Don’t you go thinking you need to slim or anything. I like you the way you are.” “Even my bum, darling. Look, I will bend over a bit. Does it - well sort of entice you to do anything?” Mike looked up showing an uncertain expression. Babs just thought she saw a glint there. Perhaps he did have something in mind he felt awkward about.She sort. “I get a little pang of jealousy.”“She’s doing good. Gotta be happy. You got Ed, you got your gramma...”“I gotta be happy too...”“Well, we have to be off the ground here at 0500,” I said. “Still up for it?”She snickered. “I can sleep all the way there...”“Yeah, I’m sure you will...”At the airfield at 0400. Dana’s there. We had just opened up the hangar door when the first of three of our service trucks rolled up – our technicians.They know the drill. One of them hooks up the little tow-motor.