We never consider that the men could just glance over the top and see us. The trash cans are next to the gate. We hear the lids hitting the ground. Su...denly garbage flies are everywhere, buzzing around us, reflecting the sunlight off their golden backs, one lands on Deedee’s face and she shakes her head vigorously and I worry the men will know we’re there. The odors from the truck waft over us — sour, pungent, gut wrenching stink but sometimes a hint of something oddly sweet or vinegary laced. Nice to meet you," she cooed. I said, "Sweetie, I've met you before, not this you, but i've met you. I'm Alec, you don't remember me?" She looked at me blankly, answering my question without speaking "I'm a good friend of your dad's. I was around when you were a baby... I had to move to Australia for business a while back. I'm here again now though." Her beautiful smile lit up her face again. She bobbled a bit, which made her little breasts slightly jiggle. Was she wearing a bra? What a tease.. I glanced at her, feeling a twinge of sorrow at the emptiness I read in her eyes. Then I swallowed hard, summoning up my courage as best I could. Well, here goes nothing, I thought as I turned to her."Mom, I was thinking about Dad, remembering how strict he could be sometimes. And I sort of, well, have a question about that. Did he ever ... punish you?" I asked.My mother's face had gone slightly pale. She gazed at me for a long moment. Then, looking away, she quietly replied, "Yes. He used to. Anyways, you weren't supposed to die today. I was trying to end the life of drug mule with a very similar name to yours halfway across the world." Okay...this is a lot to take in..." I said, very confusedly. "So what now, I'm just dead? And can you really expect me to believe that you're God? I'm not even religious." Everyone says the same damn things when they get here. I'm not going to stand here for 20 mins to prove to you that I am who I say I am. However, you won't be doubting me much.