Not to mention she didn't pronounce the words right.Foot steps announced a man coming and Jack appeared, dressed in dirty jeans and an old Tee shirt t...at said "Coors Beer". He was shorter than the girl and appeared much older, maybe 30 or so. He too wore glasses and needed a shave. His sneakers were dirty and his beer belly hung over his belt big time."Hi I'm Jack. Ya need some carpets cleaned?" he asked gruffly. He kind of pushed his wife out of the way as he spoke and motioned for Jim to come. It was his opinion that Mexican beer was always safe to drink, and I had no reason to doubt him.The Mexican beer and the chilli were delivered in due course by the swamper to my table, and I settled down to eat. Man, that chilli was hot! Just the way I liked it! I did consume all of the bottle of beer before I finished my chilli, so I ordered another one. The swamper put the bottle of beer on my table and turned away.I was reaching for the beer when a big hand swooped down on the table and. I knew that eventually I would heal and when I did I hoped that Katie and I would, in some way, be able to be friends again. I could have easily spent the entire morning thinking about my relationship with Katie, but that wasn't an option. In two days I was leaving for San Francisco. I had obligations that needed to be addressed. Focusing my attention, I went to work. At noon I put everything aside. It was time to leave for my meeting with the lawyers. I wasn't yet finished cleaning up the. After what seemed like a long time, Helen said, "I don't have far to go, I think I need to go home. Hugo, Silvia can't stay here alone, so she is going to come with me. My bed will only hold two, so we will be back for her truck tomorrow.Helen got her way as Hugo and I knew she would. I found myself in a big double bed with a warm blanket and a warm soft Helen beside me. I slept with her wrapped my arms. I had to be careful of my broken hand, but it was a nice way to sleep regardless.I awoke at.