Of course the problem with hanging around a brothel is that you get propositioned by the men. I became quite resourceful in getting out of that situat...on.That evening I was told by the Madame to go to the second floor, to walk along the hallway, and to follow a woman in a fur coat coming out of a room. “Get her out of here as soon as possible”, said Julia“Where should I take her ?”, I asked“To a hotel somewhere”, said Julia nervously, “Tell her it’s a set-up”. “Who is she ?”, I asked. I can tell you I felt much better then. By noon I had the chance to go through my pack and found that yes, my gun had been taken and the bullets; my knives too were gone. My camera equipment had been placed on the other side of the tent but my PGS unit and the emergency beacon were nowhere in sight. I did have some secrets that I was happy to keep; like the fact that I had a dead man beacon sewn into the lining of my pack. It was one of those devices that if they're not moved every so often. “Don’t worry, I’m here. I’m here to help you find out about dad.”“What’s going on?” mom stumbled through my doorway covering herself with a robe, “What is it, Raymond? Did you have a dream? A dream about your father?”Why was everyone talking so loud?Still shaking, but comforted by Susan, I took a couple of deep breaths, then I looked at Susan, who said, “It was a dream about Dad, it sounded like. Go to bed mom, I’ll help Raymond get back to sleep. You have work in the morning.”“Thank you,. Now, I read that ‘get together’ in a simple, plain, and naïve way, as in we’ll just have a cookout or something along those lines. Beth had other ideas that didn’t come across until the visit by Brad and Megan was underway. Ginger understood things about the way I had. We were getting old and out of touch, I guess.On Thursday the following week we again gathered for a communal dinner on our back patio. The only difference was that Brad and Megan had been welcomed into residence next door.Brad.