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had been her turn to cook tonight.

"Not a problem," Dieter said easily. "I knew you were
distracted." He looked at John, a brooding presence in the
growing dark. "Shall we go in?"

"Naw," John said, shaking his head. He rested the broom
against the table. "I feel like heading for the Klondike." He'd been
finding the local bar a more comfortable place to be of late. He
hopped off the platform and headed for his truck. "Don't wait up
for me."

"Shouldn't you at least shower?" Sarah mumbled, folding her
arms beneath her breasts.

"Good night," Dieter called. He put his arm around her
shoulders. "I doubt the patrons of the Klondike will notice," he
murmured.

They watched John start the pickup, back up, and drive away
before they spoke again.

"Let's go eat," Dieter said.

"I think I've lost my appetite," Sarah grumbled.

"Don't be silly, an old soldier like you knows you have to eat
when you can." Gently he turned her toward the house.
 They walked in silence for a while; the butchering platform
was some distance from the house for obvious reasons. As they
walked, Sarah forced calm on herself, altering her breathing,
forcing tight muscles to loosen. Dieter noticed these things but
didn't comment, waiting for her to speak.

"I'm worried," she said at last. Then hissed impatiently: "No,
I'm not. I'm scared." Sarah stopped and turned toward him. "I'm
really scared, Dieter."

"I know," he said softly, and gathered her in his arms. "You
are wise to be scared. This is a worrisome development."

"Well, that's what I said to John and he kind of went quietly
ballistic. Like I was slanging Wendy's memory or something."
She leaned her head on his chest and sighed. "Something could
have gone wrong with the program. She was a brilliant girl, I
guess, but couldn't she have made a mistake? I'm not trying to
be mean here, I'm trying to think strategically. Shouldn't we be
preparing for the worst, just in case?"

She gave Dieter's chest a gentle thump with her fist, then