I filled it with water and began the unpleasant task of cleanup of someone else’s barf. I knew I wasn’t going to be in a rush for dinner tonight. ...It took a bout fifteen minutes to do the job properly and finally I was about to clean the mop and pail when I let my anger get the better of me. I picked up the pail and mop and pushed open Barry’s door and plunked the whole ugly mess down in the middle of his room. It was in that mood that I returned to my room and began to write the letter to my. Sunday morning was another new experience. The Secret Service was again beside themselves. All the other presidents had maids, butlers, servants and cooks they could investigate to give their blessings to. The President or wives never did clothes, or cleaning.The senior agent was flabbergasted when he came in and we were already eating. Oh my, there were plates of food on the table. Had an agent watched it being prepared? Was there an official food taster to see if it had been poisoned? Had the. I took the yellowing text in my hand, grazing over the title. My copy of On The Road was a lot less beat up, but the fact that’d he thought about me made it the nicest gift I’d ever received. I opened the first pages and a scrawl of ink on the inside cover caught my eye. The message was addressed to a man named Robert, who sounded like a dear friend. It was signed Jean-Louis. ‘Jesus Luke, Jack Kerouac signed this,’ I said running my fingers over the words. ‘I know, my grandfather was an. Sima said mom your son now fully drug and has no speech in his mouth.Mom said now close this i am also fully drug and want to go bed. Sima said wait mom not yet finish another two peg is remaining. Mom said no my dear daughter i am unable to drink more. Sima makes another peg and we drink. After drink Sima asked mom you really no problem after father died. Mom said yes but what i do i have no way. Sima asked mom dad was good in bed? Mom said yes. Sima asked who is active in bed you or dad. Mom.