”“You don’t have that much saved up?”“I do, but I still have to pay taxes on it.”“Just don’t take any exotic vacations. You’re a sma...rt man.”“You sold me on it,” I replied after some consideration. The DR was permanent, “but I can’t afford thirty-five thousand dollars. When do you want to go into the Green Gate?”“Thursday. My ribs will take months to fix and we can’t wait that long.”“Expect five or six days inside. At best, we will be mostly camping and hiding a lot.”“Okay. I have to go. Monday. " Lucy said as she stood and rubbed her shoulders."God Lucy. You know after I fulfill my obligation to Wall Street Global, Joe and I retire. We should be married by then, but we won't ever need to work. We're pretty much set now, except I'm not his wife yet. I can run his stock company myself and have made decisions for him. He wants me to evaluate almost a million shares of stock tonight. That's why I have to go over there. But, we have it all planned out. People talk about the age difference. Academically, she was also performing brilliantly. Partly it was because she and Tom had adjusted their schedules so that they were mostly in the same classes and sections. She smiled to herself thinking of the debates that so often ensued in their classes with Tom and her taking on the professor on some element of political correctness.She reflected that it was a tribute to their professors because, although their answers seldom followed the book or the professor's position, they were so. "Half to Pashmoor, please," said Ned, shrinking into his seat, and handed the conductor his fare."You not fourteen yet then?" the conductor asked. "Big lad for you're age aren't you?" and he handed Ned the ticket with a grin. Ned's blush deepened.Ned sat and watched the countryside unroll past the window, lost in thought. What the hell was that all about? He was left handed, so what? And there was hell again, what was that all about? Killer was known to be religious, a quaker or something, Ned.