Sharon looked around taking it all in. The lodge looked like you might expect for a man who had been living by himself for a long time. Everything was tidy, clean, very functional, few frills, and everything worked. She chuckled when she saw that the upper bedroom windows were covered with inside curtains made of burlap cut from feed bags and outside curtains cut from worn out bed sheets with unfinished edges. It looked like someone had made the holes for the curtain hooks with a nail, a screwdriver, or a knife. She exotic chose a room situated at a corner with two windows. One looked out toward the gravel road leading to the cabin. There was still light enough to see that the other window looked out toward a lake. Bill invited her to put her things away. She said she would spend about 10 minutes organizing herself and then join him downstairs. After she unpacked things, washed her face, and oriented herself, she joined Bill downstairs. There was a small fire in a pit on the north side of the cabin. While he was preparing the fish to cook for their meal, Sharon joined him in the kitchen. “Would you like a cold beer?” “You have cold beer?” “I don’t know if it’s really beer. I brew it myself using stuff things that I gather. Honey, berries, wild oats, barely, and grains. And I use sour dough to get the fermentation japan going. It’s not likely to win any awards but it seems relatively tasty once you get used to it. I don’t know how much of a drinker you are but it for sure gets me tipsy. oral I filter it using a sifter that I use for flour and a coffee filter. It’s not perfect. Just make sure you don’t drink any more of the solids than you have to.” “Then for sure. A cold beer would taste good.” Sharon took a sip of Bill’s home brew. She licked her lips. It wasn’t beer, but it was certainly strong enough. She asked him if he had ever had the alcohol concentration determined. Neither of them had eaten anything since Winnipeg except asian part of a bag of chips and it was already having an effect on her. “You’re right about getting you japanese tipsy. I don’t know if it’s because I haven’t eaten much or if the beer is just stronger.” Whether it was because of the alcohol or because she was exhausted, over dinner Sharon became a bit more relaxed. Hercules took a shine to Sharon and lay down to sleep outside her bedroom door when they turned in for the evening. With all the night sounds of the woods, the stress from the day, and the alcohol, Sharon tossed and turned for a bit before she finally fell asleep. In the morning after having dinner leftovers for breakfast Bill told Sharon about his plans to trap some game for expanding his diet choices. Sharon offered to help him set up the traps and as they went around setting them up, Bill gave Sharon a working tour of the area around the cabin. 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