I heard the sound. Kenny was one of them…a crybaby. Bob was the one to put him down. We have been camped in this overgrown golf course. It had an intact fence which allowed us to relax a little the last couple of days.We buried Kenny on a small hill. I guess it was the green for this particular hole. (Bob said so, that is good enough for me because I don’t know squat about golf courses other than they make excellent locations for farm plots.)Obviously I decided to stay with these folks no matter what at this point. Despite some of my earlier reservations about how it seemed that they were sort of trying to draw information out of me, they are simply very nice folks and I have become a little attached to them. I still feel a little bit bad about keeping my identity a secret, but that isn’t such a big deal.I didn’t bother to ask them when we would be heading out. Bob announced that we were leaving in the morning. I just kept my distance most of the day. While I feel bad that Kenny is dead, it is certainly not comparable to what they are feeling right now.
