A pretty decent lunch, all things considered, was waiting for us when we arrived.Bodo was first in line for the food that was spread out on the table that used to be the reception desk. Winky went for the table with water on it, downing a small bottle in about three seconds.I paused at the entrance to the main lobby, waiting for everyone else to come out of the hallway.“Wow, Peter doesn’t waste any time, does he?” asked Derek, hanging back to walk with me out into the room.“Boy’s got it goin’ on,” said Jamal, leaving with Gretchen to walk across the room towards Bianca. Ronald followed behind them.“No, Peter doesn’t waste any time at all. Organization is his special talent.”“We all have one of those, don’t we?” he asked, winking. “A special talent. I hear yours is kicking ass.”I laughed. “I guess. What’s yours?”He reached up and scratched at his sweat-matted hair. “Honestly, I have no idea. I can shoot a mean set of hoops, but that’s not going to help anyone anymore.”“I’m sure we’ll figure it out. Maybe you’ll be a good cowboy.”He frowned. “Cowboy? What’s that all about? We going to do a rodeo?”“I hope to get some cattle over here somehow. We’ll see.”“Huh. Interesting. I’ve never ridden a horse before, but I’m willing to try.” He moved away from me to join Bodo and the others from our cleanup team who’d stepped up to the buffet.I walked over to be with Peter. He was standing in the corner of the room that had been set up as the clinic.“Hello and … phew!” Peter waved his hand frantically in front of his face. “Wowzers. Pungent be thy name. First and last.
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