After.., Part 18: "Honey, i'll be fine," Lana assured her husband, then added, "besides, they don't sell sunscreen."

"Okay." Though Cowboy had misgivings about his wife going inside alone.  Maybe she was right, after all, they were at their local bank, not the big-box - where, these days, you wheeled your cart carefully, because anything could break out, at anytime.   

Woah, that last episode, those two women - cowboy wasn't sure, about the one, especially - tearing up.  That bottle flew past Lana, and hit a teen, who appeared rather neglected.  Lana, of course, quietly went over to see to the youngster, then the teen's parent - maybe, but Cowboy had cause to wonder about that, jumped in, like out of nowhere. Anyway, the "parent" got real ugly, real quick.    Leaving the cart, Cowboy, simply took his wife's hand and got her out of the store.  Behind the couple, the "parent's" voice raged at the teen - calling him or her, about every vile thing possible.

While Cowboy didn't mind having to drive, and accompany his wife, about everywhere, it just wasn't right, wasn't healthy for an adult to have to be accompanied, as if she was a nine year-old at the Gaia-Day parade.

Lana came out of the building, her head bowed, her hair in front of her face.  "Getting into the truck, she stifled a sniffle - but not quite.  "Can we go to the ATM down the street?"

The scene which had taken place in the bank - parts of which were unclear, due to Lana's tear-garbled voice - had immediately led to a second decision.  One which, in no uncertain terms, Cowboy was firm.  

"Never again?"  That phrase out of Poland and Germany, nearly a century ago...well, a certain garbled word, from his wife's lips, seemed to indicate that it was fixing to happen again.

The strange thing was, Lana didn't go around blabbing about ancestory - or anything else, for that matter.  She had never even sent for one of those dna kits; claimed that set-up, was...