And something else: There was a will. It was short, only a page and a half, so Aaron took the time to read through it. He had to read it twice to be s...ure of what it said. It stated in no uncertain terms that Aaron Hatter, grandson of Arvell Hatter, DOB 2/14/1999, was his only heir. The old man must have known his daughter would blow every penny he left on booze and dope. All properties and monies owned by his grandad would be his when he turned eighteen. SHIT! That was only two months off! He. I hugged my sister, and she kissed me on the cheek."Be sure to hug Sally too," I said as I released her. "It's her music." I already did."I swatted her on the butt, then headed for Mrs. Wayne's room.Toby was plugging his keyboard into the wall when I walked in. Peter was standing next to Mrs. Wayne's desk, shifting nervously."Relax," I ordered, then checked on Toby. He sat down and ran some scales, then nodded. I walked over and put my arm around Peter. "I realize nobody asked you the. “I get tired of my own cooking, okay?” he told me.“Well, just so you know,” I countered, “I think you cook good, and I’m NOT tired of it, so if you think you need to go out just to feed me, you’re wrong again.”“Again?” he looked at me, raising an eyebrow.“Yes, friend, again. I’ve come to understand that in the realm of hardware, you’re a very reliable source of correct information, but when it comes to what it takes to cause us a harmonious existence, you’re often wrong. You err on the side of. I was sorely tempted to ask if we could stay here as well, the place was nicer than I remembered, guess the new job was pretty good after all.'Where's the fat man?' I asked her. I was referring of course, to her hubby, who had a solid beer gut although he was a handsome enough dude. We had never really gotten on all that well, it wasn't that either of us didn't like the other, or even that we didn't want to get along. We just as people didn't quite click.'He's at work, something you two never.