Just as she slid a finger inside herself she heard a voice call out, “Hey there, need a hand?” She looked up, startled and embarrassed. She looked... around and couldn’t see anyone, as she turned right around she saw him. Lying on his side on the river bank watching her was a young man, probably the same age as her, maybe a year or two older. He had short dark hair, broad shoulders and a perfect chest. Behind him Sarah could see his tent and he obviously hadn’t been expecting company as all he was. Grunting with our childish lack of strength. ‘Push… Cindy, Pull! Get him on the bed and we can go to find food.’ Not an easy task. Food? Kill the rabbit. Dad, bless his soul, raised rabbits. He sold the fur – we ate the rabbits. Like chickens which we had also… lard in the pan and fry very crisp. Chicken or rabbit – sometimes chicken and rabbit. One day the rabbits were gone. We were twelve then and Dad was away for several months. I knew how to trap rabbits and found out they were just as. He’s wearing a tank top and some basketball shorts.He spots me and says, “Hey Eric, what are you doing here?”I tell him that I’m just getting ready to go for a jog, and I ask him what he’s doing at school on a Saturday.He says, “Coach gave me a key to the gym so I can shootaround and practice whenever I want. You’re pretty good, you wanna help me practice?”I looked down at my phone, and there was no text from Wendy, and I saw no sign of her, so I figured she slept in. I actually did like to. Really sick. After all, when you've spent a year with a gravely ill husband and the last half of that year knowing that it was only a matter of time before he would be dead, well, it makes you extra sensitive to disease and illness. I was now solely responsible for our daughter and I wasn't going to let things wait like Jack had.After getting Deidre breakfast and bundling her off to school, I called our family doctor and was lucky enough to get an appointment that very morning. But that was.