“It is,” Beth said and grabbed me 
by the arm, trying to pull me closer.  
     Randy was busy taking pictures,   
“for the DA,” he told me, but his eyes 
really lit up when we got to the bun-  
nies. He saw how happy they were, and  
best of all, how much his girls loved  
them.                                  
     Randy insisted on cooking the ham-
burgers with what he called, “Wendy's  
secret barbeque sauce, or as I like to 
call it, Wendy's Secret BS.”           
     Everybody laughed, even Wendy and 
the two girls.                         
     The burgers were freakin' out of  
this world.                            
     Let me put it this way, Beth had  
three, and I had four.                 
     Were we just being polite? Beth   
might be, but I know I wasn't.         
*      Beth said it best as we were        
cleaning up after dinner, “You can call
them BS if you want Randy, but those   
were the real deal Wendy. I could eat  
that BS for a year, and never get tired
of it.”                                
     Well, I don't know about that year
thing, but they were fucking good.     
     “I could go two years,” I lied.   
     After we finished cleaning up,    
Wendy and the girls went back out to   
play with the bunnies. Beth went along 
to show them where everything was, and 
then promised to come right back.      
     Randy and I sat at the kitchen    
table talking aimlessly for a few      
minutes, and then we got down to       
business.                              



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