I woke in the morning to the smell of coffee and bacon. I guessed we still had power. I was still dressed and had no memory of going to bed. I found my way to the kitchen, and there was Burk cooking happily, singing “As Time Goes By” from Casablanca. I fell into a chair, half amused and proud, and half worried sick.
When he joined me, with both plates full of food, Paris sat on the third chair, sniffing the delicious aromas. Burk smiled. “I worked up an appetite yesterday. I figure I’m due to crash soon, emotionally, you know, but let me tell you about last night, first. I’m not as happy as I seem to be.
“There were plenty of people out and about, but mostly turning blue and, ah, losing body fluids shall we say, not to be gross. Some fell down right where they stood. There were a couple
