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want to live here, make some cloth, bake some bread, cook some stuff, and never see another canner for as long as I live - which I hope is a very long time.”  Peter pulled Buster into his lap, allowing him to lick his hand to death.  “And to be honest, I’m not all that crazy about you going out after anyone, either.  I think it’s a bad idea.”
    Good thing I didn’t tell him about my Bodo plan.  “Why?” I sat up straighter and picked some more food out of the basket.  My appetite was waking up.
    “Because.  We’re never going to be able to kill all of them, and every time we piss some of them off, there’ll be more of them out there wanting to come after us.  We don’t need enemies.”
    “You’re right about that.  We just need to be invisible.  But that’s not very realistic, is it?”
    Peter sighed.  “I guess not.”  He got up and went over to the pantry, absently moving things around.  “I can dream, though, right?”
    “Yeah, you can dream.  Maybe it’ll give us something to shoot for.”
    “Well, I know you’re happy here and all.  And as far as invisibility is concerned, it’s nearly ideal. But my idea of the perfect home is not a place filled with mosquitoes, snakes, and gators.”  He emphasized his point by smacking his arm and flicking off the dead, smooshed body of one of the many blood-sucking insects that plagued us night and day.
    “I hear ya.  If you can think of something better, feel free to share.  This is the best I could come up with.”
    Peter came back to join me, holding his hands out to help me up.  “I’m not really complaining.  Just whining a little.  I’m allowed to do that.”
    “Yep, you are.  Where are we going?” I asked, taking his hands and using them to stand up.  I didn’t let go until the dizziness subsided.
    “To the bathroom and the showers.  Ready?”
    I nodded.  “Yeah.  Just hand me another hunk of that disgusting bread.”
    Peter bent down and grabbed it, handing it to me and holding out his elbow.  “M’ lady?”  He was waiting for me to put my hand in the crook of his arm.
    “Okaaaay,” I said, doing as expected, smiling at how goofy I knew we looked.
    I had to admit, though - it was easier walking a straight line with Peter there to guide me.  We made our way slowly to the outhouse path, with me only tripping once.  I got my business done, without fainting on the toilet, pants down around my ankles, so I considered it a big success.
    Our next stop was the shower where I struggled but eventually was able to wash most of the grime off my body.  Peter took my bandages off for me and gave me strict instructions to clean the wound thoroughly.
    The stitches were ugly and the skin around them looked nasty.  Winky was right - I was going to have a terrible scar.  But I could tell that the edges of the injury had already started to connect, and so far, I didn’t have any signs of infection.
    I started to wonder what Bodo might think about my new scar, but I stopped myself.  I’d cried enough tears for a while … maybe for a lifetime.  I was done with sadness and ready to move on to hope.  Until I saw evidence of his dead body, I was going to assume he was alive and out there somewhere for me to find.
    I came out from behind the curtain almost feeling like a new person.  I was clean, my arm was healing, and I had a mission.  Plus, I’d killed a monster that had haunted my nightmares for weeks on end, so that was enough to make me ready to at least face the day and find out what Kowi wanted from me.
    “Come on, Peter.  Let’s go find out what Kowi’s deal is.”
    “Okee dokee.  Come on, Buster!  Let’s go see the boss!  Yes, yes, yes!” He was baby-talking now.  “The bossy wossy.  The chiefy weefy…”
    I smiled, watching the two of them act like complete idiots.  Life did not totally suck, and I refused to wallow in sorrow anymore until I knew for sure that I had a reason