I was on pins and needles for almost a week, when an envelope with my name and address on it, arrived from out of town.Inside was a brief note, and a ...copy of the Bugler's story on me! I read both with fear, which turned into relief! I read the note first. It said the following:Dear Tom,You were right. As soon as the story hit the street, the switchboard was hit with literally hundreds of calls from people wanting to be put in touch with you. I fully understand your point of view, and I will be. Supported by suspenders."I batted my eyelids. "I've always loved sussies."He rang a small brass bell that stood on a side table beside his armchair. The butler appeared as if by magic. "You rang, Sir Algernon?" You may remove the tea things Corbyn." Very good, sir." And bring us a bottle of Bolli and two glasses, will you?" Certainly sir".Handing me a fizzing glass of champagne, the old boy smiled mischievously. "We'll go and take a look at your domain in a bit. But let's have a glass or two of. I already want to kill the guy.’ How flattering it was to have another man outraged over the wrongs done to me. My heart did a little flip. ‘Why don’t we forget the past and enjoy our food? Do you see our waiter? I can’t eat Chinese food without chopsticks. It doesn’t seem right to use a fork.’ The evening went by enjoyably. I managed to settle my nerves and began to relax in his presence. Conversation jumped around from cars to favorite movies. There was no end to discussion topics between us.. This plane was in California; the land of crazy taxes, laws and fruitcakes. Maybe the fruitcake part explained it all; a fruitcake with money.Marcy had looked at expanding by adding several sites in California, but quickly decided against it last year. She found out the taxes were 10 times higher than any other state and that California had the highest rate of missing rental cars in the nation.They were driven across the border never to return. Mexico was off limits to repo men or recovery.