Now all we had to do was get past the Mounties. I felt a hand on my arm guiding me toward a seat in the cabin. XXX Sheila was quiet a moment then two more older slightly wrinkled bills came out of the same opening on her side. Since I really had no family I was a little clueless. We no like you’re type here!”
“American?” I asked in French, “What are you talking about?”
The rather large man was joined by another even larger mountain of a man. “Will these not do?” Sheila asked an almost look of confusion on her face. It appears that we will need identities in order to also have the identification badges. Sheila was staring at me a look of… This area was depressing if nothing else that when I happened upon the words, I love you Roger.




















