With her head throbbing, she struggled to find the words.“Hello. Hello? Lisa? Are you there.”With a dry, sore throat, she tried licking her lips t...o get some moisture. Finally, she managed a cracked “Hello.”“Lisa? Are you ok? You sound terrible.”She tried swishing her tongue around in her mouth to get some saliva going. “I’m here.” Her brain still muddled.“Were you still sleeping? It’s almost noon.”“Yea. I guess I must have dozed off for a minute.” Why did she suddenly feel the need to lie to. "Nobody wants to have your baby," I said, as if I was explaining it to a five year old."I'm going to kick your ass, you fucking cripple," he bragged."I don't think so," I said. I smiled. "But I guess you can try."He came at me and I whacked him upside the head with my cane. He fell hard, and shook his head."Sorry," I said. "That's how we cripples roll."He got up, and as he did so, he reached into his boot and pulled a knife. It looked like it might be a double edged eight inch blade. He waved. I promise not to bite." I looked at my hands and I had been squeezing them together so hard, in white-knuckled grip for some reason. Susan's smile makes me feel foolish. She closes the door to the kitchen. ”How was the move,” Susan asked. I was trying hard to appear intelligent. "Ok," I answered, "I must have parked in your spot." brushing my dripping hair away from my face and put it into place behind my ears. “I must look like an idiot.”"Sorry, got to get this wet stuff off," I mumbled as she. Now I feel better about myself being here, while my brother stayed, and helped Gloria, and Angelina, with the orders, and shipping.I looked in my coolers, and decided I needed more ice, a really good excuse to go back to the camp store.I put all three coolers on the tailgate of my pickup, and drained the water.I knew I was going to have to do something else about my fish, maybe they had a freezer at the store, another really good reason to go back there.“Hi, Ellen,” I said, as I walked in the.