There wasn’t much in the shelter (OK, it was an empty cold-storage locker, well insulated to keep the heat of the wood stove he had installed in and... the cold of Long-winter out) except for a bunk and storage spaces, a chair and work-space/eating surface. It was small enough for the stove to heat efficiently, which didn’t mean it was small as the stove was efficient and the insulation stupendous and he had constructed a vis-queen air-lock over the door to prevent drafts. So the two growing girls. The patients were terminal. So they were going to die. It is a cruel world. So they were expecting some kind of problems. I took every death personal. Why? How come there were deaths related to the drug? I thought. Even two is unacceptable. The answers came slowly. The doctor who had administered the drug to the two patients in question stated that the drug was administered unaltered. But after some research and a chemical analysis, it was discovered that the drug had been. I bit the bullet and knocked at her door and she opened up right away. She was much younger than me and she looked sexy so I was happy right away. We took care of the money immediately. I can’t say she was in a great mood, really she seemed a bit sour. I made small talk, trying to make some kind of connection with her. She had just visited with her Dad and she started talking about him, his sense of humor, what music he likes, a disagreement they had, food he enjoys. It became clear to me I. ‘Whoa, babe, hold up for a minute.’ He sounded a little shocked. ‘I said I was sorry for not coming over. Come on, you know you don’t want this to end.’ ‘No, Devin, you never did say you were sorry,’ she stated with annoyance in her voice. ‘You texted me two hours after you were due to be here and all you said was something came up and you would make it up to me later!’ ‘I am sorry and I am going to make it up to you.’ Then in a sugary sweet tone he added, ‘Come on, babe, you know I love you.’.