"Can I get food, blood, and water please?" "Of course. What kind of food?" "The lunch kind would be fine." "You can sit down. We'll bring it to you." There is a table with 2 little girls. But they are very little. Maybe 6 or 7. Another table has a boy at it. He seems to be about my age. I probably shouldn't approach him. I pick an empty table and wait. They bring me my stuff after a couple of minutes. "Thank you." "Our pleasure." I pick at the food. I miss my boys. I drink the blood. Then pick at the food some more. The boy I seen comes over very slowly with his hands where I can see them. I watch him very curiously. "What are you doing?" "Never know how someone will react to a stranger coming up to them. I didn't want to scare you." "I made a girl run away screaming today. You

