"I walked around and turned the key and after a little stall the car started right up.I hugged her and thanked her.I reached into my wallet and pulled... out a 50 dollar bill and went to hand it to her."no thank you sir,I would not feel right taking your money."I got into my car after waving good bye to her.As i pulled out into the street,it began pouring down rain.I got to the end of the street and something in me made me turn around.She was sitting under the cover waiting for the rain to die. She moved back in shortly after the funeral. Selling the house was never an option.Beth was never choosy about the men she dated, but when it came to a father for her future kids, no one seemed to measure up. Hard to compete with the ghost of the perfect dad.As a result of wanting but not ever having kids, Beth found herself twice divorced. She thought they were both dad material when she married them, but they soon fell off the list for one reason or another. Once they were off the list, the. "Hello... who is it?" asked Daniel through the door, not knowing what else to say. "Hey man it's Clive... here to see Kendra. Trey sent me by," came the insistent reply, "Don't keep me waiting, I have to be at work in an hour" Against his better judgement, Daniel opened the door and let the large black man into the hotel room. He had forgotten how huge and fit he was. He stood well over six feet in height with a broad chest and heavily muscled arms. He was perhaps the blackest man that. All that junk. Rented three bays in the old Gold Bug warehouse. Security for the shop.“Speaking of tools ... remember Dean Wilson?”“Yeah ... airplane mechanic ... he must be a hundred years old.”“He’s dead ... Abby bought his entire shop of aircraft quality Snap-On and Blue Point tools ... all his jigs, machinery, and measuring equipment ... stands ... lifts rolling boxes ... from his widow for five thousand dollars.”“Good God ... he must have had half a million tied up in those.”“Or more ....