Heknew they didn't meet on Saturday or Sunday. He tried to think ofwhat to do on the week-end. He decided that if nothing else hewould do some yard wo...rk. Saturday morning and he was having his coffee and Danish when thephone rang. It was Toni. She told him they were meeting even todayand that they had come up with some innovative ideas to increaseproduction in the plants. She said they still had a long way to go,but there was definitely progress. She asked what he was doing tokeep busy, and he. The case was going nowhere fast.Consequently, it was late when I arrived at my apartment following an extended meeting at headquarters and then dinner. I was tired and somewhat dejected on approaching my apartment. The hall lights appeared to be brighter than usual, and I needed to find which pocket I had put my keys in. This was why I noticed the light seeping under the door to my apartment when my shadow fell across it.“Why are the lights on in the apartment?” I asked myself, as I never left. That night the three of us sat and ate dinner together,Thats when I told them that I hadgotten a call from work and they were having some problems that I needed to help with,I told mike that he could take the dayoff,and get anything done to his room that needs taken care of.We went to bed early that night,Marta asked me what happenedat work,I told her they were getting a little behind and just needed help catching up.The next morning I got up,I asked martaif she wanted to go into town with. We stumbled along to a small, log house and they helped me toward the fireplace and onto a straight-backed chair. While one built up the fire, the other unbuckled my heavy belt and set my bayonet aside."You a soldier?" she asked, gabbing my shirt and tugging.I nodded, lifted my arms and she stripped it from me."No boots?" she said. "Lets get them britches off."I unbuttoned, raised up and she pulled, one leg and then the other. She wrung out the clothes on the stone hearth and then hung them.