“I don’t think I can do more caffeine,” she giggled softly.“Oh yes, that would be lovely. I’m already an insomniac, so I should stop the caf...feine also.” I agreed.I followed her into the kitchen, I sat at the kitchen table as she began getting cups, and a box of tea, then she filled the tea kettle and put it on to boil.“So, let’s start with a question I know you must have somewhere in that head of yours.” Anna looked at me out of the corner of her eye. “How much further down the dark path does. . phew. I’m sorry, you’re huge. I’m really excited to be serving you tonight, I think you’ll really like the food here. Fair warning, though, it’s like CRAZY fattening though.” then, as if on cue, both ladies blushed harder.The moment doesn’t last long, however, as several women started to lay various foods before Rain on the table. She could see mashed potatoes with two choices of gravy, mac and cheese, roasted chicken, fried chicken, steaks, ribs, pulled pork, pulled chicken, 10 different. So I explained, using some of the terminology I'd learned from my first teacher, who'd been kind of a nut about technique and putting it into words. I went on for a few minutes, including making a big point about how I'd spent hours yesterday ripping through every major aria I could find without any loss of quality at all.She understood all right. And she gave it right back to me with a series of probing questions that I thought were designed to ferret out how much I understood, and especially. I kept slipping in the field & I’m cold & wet & tired. You’ve got to help me. Can you phone someone to come get me?”Katya opens the door but not the screen. “There’s no phone hooked up yet and you saw there’s no cell phone service either. I’ve got an idea, but you might not like it. Before you answer, let me explain that I’m the only 1 here. There’s no men here.” She lets that sink in. “There’s a hose there at the end of the porch. You could take off your muddy clothes and I’ll get you some.