“Let’s table this until later,” Liz said. She had been silent as everybody else offered their critiques. “I’m tired and I know Travis has to... be wearing down. He needs his rest.”It took only a couple of minutes for everybody to head for the exit. Most of us were flying out in a few hours and she was right. I was tired. But I was also wired.I waited until we were situated in bed before I brought up what was worrying me.“What did you think of it?” I asked.“What did you think?” Liz returned. “Was. His three grown sons lived in houses within the same compound with their multiple ‘wives’.Dora’s drones had been watching the compound, the dirty tricks team having been alerted by interviewing yet another liberated girlfriend. The woman’s younger sister had been abducted by the clan and forced to ‘marry’ the patriarch.Typically, when the men left the compound, one of the sons or sometimes the senior wife, who was also a Firster, stayed behind to ensure the other women would be there when the. "You're not drinking tonight, are you?" she asked."Don't think so. Why?" Good. You can take the keys." With that, she handed me her keyring, and stepped lithely out of the car. Shaking my head, I followed her as she headed into the building.Amy and Liz lived on the second floor of an apartment just outside the city. As I said before, both of them needed a place near Hopkins for the year. Still, for a temporary place, the place looked wonderful. I paid my respects to the hosts, and after. With six cans to the case, 50 pounds a case, a person could get tired out quickly.We rotated people out of the line for rest and to continue to have someone doing guard duty.As soon as a pallet was emptied and set aside it was dragged off to become part of another lean-to or fire wood; soon there was a line of haggard women waiting for the pallets.I mentally kicked myself in the ass for not realizing that everything had a use in a place like this. The old saying was “Ones man’s trash is another.