We had every intention of just dying in the fire, but a propane tank blew a hole in the wall and we walked out free men. Staring at a line of fancy Mercedes. So we picked the nicest one and drove it empty. Then started walking. White-capped mountains. Switzerland. Somewhere in a snowstorm, a farmer and his wife took us in. Which was surprising given our visible condition. They fed us. Clothed us. Didn’t ask us too many questions and nursed us back to health. That man and his wife were reminders that the intent of man’s heart was not always evil. Until then, I’d forgotten.
