We reached town and pulled into Steve’s driveway. I was dead but did my share of carrying things inside. The, or should I say my now, cat went into my room. The goat, which belonged to Mick’s uncle, went in the back yard. That should be fun, knowing Steve’s neighbors. We found room for everything else, and, before I collapsed, I sent emails to my neighbors to let them know I had brought some of their belongings out and where they could reach me later.
Mick went off to shower. I sat down on the floor. Steve went outside and turned on the hose, washing himself in his underwear outside on his fairly-well private lanai, or patio.
“Touché!” someone hollered over me, waking me up.
“No, I touched you!”
“Fall down you’re dead!”
“Voila, I live!” got shouted back.
Opening my eyes, I saw two na
