Well, ya know. I gotta see my girl, and all.’ ‘The Lord’s a woman, and I am not involving myself.’ Then he added, ‘I’m sorry.’ Evers was...n’t listening. His mind raced a mile a minute. ‘Ah-a-a woman, you say. Nah, ain’t right. That ain’t right. I’s throwed-er let go by the Lord of the House. Name of Mewton. Yeah, that’s right, Casey Mewton. Real hard ass.’ ‘Nobody goes by that name. New Lord is a lady by the name of Charlotte Powers.’ The consequent silence and dumbstruck look on Casper’s face. More bang for the buck! Anywhos, I grew up in Southern California near the beaches. My parents had a place out in Palm Desert where they spent extensive time. This left my sister and I to fend for ourselves in our condo near the beach and no, this is not an incest story…sorry. Being left to our own devices, parties at our place were a regular fare. At any given time, 15-20 people…more to the point kids, would be hanging out on the weekends. One day, in our neighborhood, I met this cute little. Of course, I didn’t make my feelings known because I was beginning to suspect that the Federal Law Enforcement system was a lot more concerned with the “big picture” than they were interested in saving my life or my daughter’s life because we were after all was said and done just pawns in the corridors of power and that was secondary to maintaining firm control over the political bureaucracy and reining in organized crime at least to the point that they would not cross the line.The line was. That’s a long time. The times I’ve had with them the past week were surreal and they still feel like a dream to me. And wow, have those two grown.Let’s talk about growing. Everyone has grown up but me. My sister is almost two years younger and is over a foot taller; almost two feet taller. Why did her friends have to be there, naked in the shower, with me? I’ll never live it down. Gracie wants me to stay naked at home too. You know what the worst part of that is? I find the idea not only.