"I bet you do hun. I didn't know what time you would be back so I ordered Chinese if that's okay" Lovely Bern, I hope you ordered the whole menu. I ne...d a lot to replace the calories I burnt up today"Twisting the chow mein around the pork ball on her fork, she barely chews before swallowing. Each mouthful makes her stomach growl for more. Looking over, she notices that Bern was just moving her omelette around the plate. She knew there were more questions she wanted to ask her. Resting her fork. "Excuse me, please," I said. "You have such a pretty mouth." "Why, thank you," I said haughtily. "You have an unusually handsome nose. May I pass?" He smirked and stepped aside. I avoided touching him. The next three hours were spent aproned and working, stoking the fire in the already blazing kitchen, and drinking tepid water by the tin cupful. I set the loaves to rise and turned to the chopping. Potatoes. Carrots. Someone's winter stores, no doubt. I thought of my mother and her illness. It. You told me things you never were able to tell her. I think she tried, but she didn’t couldn’t understand. And I’ll tell you what, I’m not Veronica.’… … Veronica? Was that her? No, it couldn’t be, he knew that part of his life was far behind him. It wasn’t her fault they had parted. He just couldn’t leave the war behind him. Or wouldn’t. Somehow it had become such a part of him that he couldn’t let go. He still couldn’t. He struggled with the voice. That WAS someone he had left behind but it. " Are you sure we'll be finished with this job by New Year's Eve?" Ben asked dubiously."I hope so," he said fervently. "If we aren't, whatever we can tell you Friday night may be even more important," Caleb predicted ominously."So you were serious about that brain virus?" Cory asked, sounding worried."Not exactly," Caleb replied, "It is more dangerous than a brain virus. All I can say is, if you get a shot at either of these men, make it a head shot. I'm serious about that. Not a body shot,.