Now Miss Minnie, she's the one to talk to 'bout acres." Is she now?" Robert said, picturing the bent woman in his mind, waving her cane at one and all... as she wove along the stone-paved walkway. "Well, give me some advice about dealing with her. I've only heard her name and her ah - her colorful reputation."Zed smiled and scratched his ear. "Dat lady, she's done buried three husbands. Got lan' from each one, she did. Like a pig on ice, dat's her."Robert waited, sipping a glass of cold water from. We need to go over that for next time. There's a good book Ah'm going to recommend."She opened the door and Dan stuck his foot against it and didn't let it open."That was an unfair test. And you know. I'm sure glad that you being pissed off was worth more than what Greg paid you for. Hell, you got both. What do you care?"Sandra just looked at him."You know exactly what I mean Miss Daisy. Yeah, there it is. I made a joke lady. Just a joke. I have no idea what your issues are, but I won't be back. It appears as a silvery-green, semi-transparent sphere of light.”“If you mark where it appears and bobs up and down but don’t go to it, then fortune is on your side. You should never follow a Min-Min light, no matter how much it entices you. If you do, your fortune is reversed.”“It is said that a Min-Min appeared the night the man who became the Grey Ghost walked into the bush. The speculation is that he followed it,” he told her as they arrived at her door.“Very colourful,” Bambie commented as. She was ready for me this time. “I never slept with Umberto!”Umberto Fostellini, the maestro. The honoured guest-conductor of this farce, and the dog who was sniffing around my wife’s back-end.“This is an intervention,” I said calmly. “You were about to fall off the wagon ... again.”She went strangely still, the cello between her knees, her arms resting on it. I could see she wanted to ignore that remark, but she was ever the curious little kitty, was Rosa.“What do you mean, again?”“I mean I.