.. the two Draw Fours were one hundred points right there, and I had six more cards from the draw pile on top of that."Fuck!" I said, looking at the c...ards in my hand with disgust. "Some fuckin' happy ending! My hand looks like a basketball score!" Oh, you!" Kristen smiled.I put my cards down. "So, the interest on your inheritance is sixteen hundred bucks a month?" Sixteen thousand dollars, actually, but it may be earning more interest than that, now. A financial manager actually runs the fund,. "What do you mean?" I asked. Bill frowned. "You know damn well what I mean Fred." What have you been doing the last two days?" Why are you calling me Fred?" I asked with growing confusion. Bill's frown deepened and he turned to the sandy haired man who shrugged at him. "Pat, why hasn't this man been restored?" Pat jumped up. "I'll look into it." He scurried out of the office. Bill looked back at me and flashed an insincere smile. "Don't worry, we'll get to the bottom of this." He leaned back in. I had been on it about a week. I pretty much knew where the bugs were. At the foot of his new but very plain bed was a tool box made of new wood by a local craftsman. It was what I called crate furniture. It was the design of a tool box used in every mill all over the state in the twenties. You could make it larger and smaller using the same basic set of plans. Not only did I love it, everyone who ever saw it loved it.Much later, the craftsman who built it and I went into business together. I. Mummy fass gayi kyoki ab unko bhi kuch bolna hi padega. Warna halat pura bigad jaata.Mummy – (badi mushkil se apni siskaariyo ko dabate huye) Mmm, haan Sourav, haan Rahul beta main thik hu. Woh bas Sourav cream roll layaa tha wahi main kha rahi thi.“Woh uska andar kaa cream bohut garam hai. Oh, to thodaa wahi cream bahar haath mein gir ke lag gaya isliye aese chillayi.(Ab mummy ye kis cream ki baat kar rahi thi ye to woh hi jaane.)Me – Pakka na mummy jyada to garam nahi laga na? Warna main.