The proof had been right in front of him all the time. His sister's "new" idea was not new at all, and with it Mother Teresa had illuminated a stark truth for Bill that would ruin a friendship and eventually kill his skin business. Meeshaw was boinking Bill's girl Lil for sure, this time. The proof was in the combo of celery and blue cheese and suicide wing sauce at Fiona's bar, the McCleod House in Fort Erie, Ridgeway to the locals. Why had he failed to see this before? Lil had been serving her wings like that since the night she met Meeshaw at the Eat This Derby. True, the killer sauce was made at Ohsweken but Meeshaw's late night deliveries now made sense. There were far too many trips. Bill slumped in his chair but knew one thing for sure - the brain drain from Canada was about to get bigger.

And it did. Not two months later on a hot Friday night Mother Teresa threw up her hands "I knew this would happen Bill" as she broke open the last of 36 boxes of celery - this one had come all the way from Ashtabula. The McLeod House formula was a hit and Mother Teresa was learning quickly about principles of supply and demand. Word had leaked out somehow that she was importing a special cut of Canadian bacon and people were coming from as far as LeRoy to see what the fuss was about. Initial disappointment always gave way to surprise as their mouths exploded around a chicken wing rolled in Meeshaw's Ohsweken sauce. Beer was the only extinguisher and sales were way up - she had checked the receipts to confirm the volumes. A new technique explored by the more adventuresome was dunking the wings in the blue cheese dip Mother Teresa had invented for the celery stick condiment. Many claimed it worked but school was still out on the true effectiveness, given the state of affairs in the bar's washrooms - especially the men's. A young lad named Rod, volume winner the previous year at the Cheektowaga Critter Dinner, caused quite a stir one night when he emerged from the gent's, but that story is for later.

Despite warnings and disturbing tales from Bill about incidents at Fiona's bar in Ridgeway, Mother Teresa had built "the new idea" around Meeshaw's wing sauce with celery and cheese on the side. Strong sauces were in the tradition of her eastern European roots, but she was beginning to have second thoughts now that another person had died at Hamburg beach. Bill was in charge of the sauce run which took him over the Peace Bridge to the truck plaza where he would search out Meeshaw and his pickup on the Canadian side. Meeshaw was banned from crossing into the US since an altercation with a customs officer, involving a buck knife, which forced him to live in Attica for some years. Since then Meeshaw always argued that he retained that right to cross as a Mohawk but Bill had convinced him never to try again.

Bill was on a sauce run when Mother Teresa heard about the second death at the beach. She would have to wait for his return to deal with the charges. On that particular day Meeshaw, rather unwisely, chose to bring Bill's former girlfriend Lil along for the ride to the border. The arguement that ensued became physical and the jug of sauce smashed against Meeshaw's Fargo slopping down the stepside and onto the pavement, making a thick pool that moved much like lava down the slope of the plaza lot. They stood watching in amazement. There was a strong smell akin to a welding shop as Lil screamed and pointed at the Fargo. The black paint on the side panel was bubbling where the sauce jug had smashed against it. The paint was oozing and drooping to reveal shiny bare metal. Then all three inhaled a strong smell of tar from the pool of sauce which had begun to emit what looked like smoke or steam. Meeshaw and Lil roared away in the Fargo leaving Bill standing at the sauce flow as Canadian customs agents approached. He would never see Meeshaw again. And twenty four hours would pass before Bill walked back into the Anchor Bar to be assailed by Mother Teresa.