We finished our dinner at a trendy diner on the Promenade in Santa Monica and strolled to the theater. Sold out. After a brief collaboration we decide...d to wait for the next showing. We bought our tickets and walked up 3rd Street and back again. We found an empty bench and sat. All the time we were together, we never stopped talking. Our past, our dreams, entertainment, sports, politics, you name it. It was romantic as hell and I loved it.Sitting on the steel bench, the wet, chilly ocean air. There was a built in bookcase in the living room. He pulled a photo album out and we sat on the couch while he located the pictures he wanted. God, the boat was beautiful. Thirty-five feet looks a lot bigger than it sounds, even in a photo. Teri and Linda brought their wine in and sat with us.“Honey, look. This is their sailboat,” I said, turning the album so she could see the pictures. She was impressed, too.“Drew says that’s what keeps them fit. Wait...”I turned back to Drew. “The two of you. ”“Now? On your birthday?”“I’m the one on call,” said David thickly.“You’re a clown,” Frank replied incredulously.“Sorry, I can’t let them down.”“What’s going on? Are you ok?”“I’m fine, Dad,” said David as he went out the door, “just helping work.”And with that, he left.Frank sighed and looked at his dog, Spud.“Well, I know you won’t run away from lasagne.”David walked briskly to Angelica’s. He texted her on the way.‘I’m coming, be there soon.’A few moments later her reply.‘Thank god, sweetie!. ”He gazed at John, seeking some sort of response to this accusation, and John felt obliged to say his piece.“True enough, as you say; information has a value to everyone. Passing it on, in whatever direction, can be worthwhile in a number of ways. My position as a go-between has benefitted me immensely, with neither side seeing me as a threat.”Drago was astonished at this ready admission of profiting from both sides.“You are a fiendishly clever man, High Chief John,” he accused his host, “You.