Partwayto the house, the old man looked back at Jas. He arched an eyebrow."Let me get the fish," Jas said. "Don't want to leave it in the car." Hewalk...d quickly towards the Malay.The old man nodded. He opened the screen door when Jas got there and shutit behind him.The front doors were massive, one nested behind the other. What Jasinitially thought was a small mudroom or foyer was just passage throughthe wall, probably a meter thick. It was smaller inside than Jas hadimagined. Of course, with. From that shopping trip onward, my life was much more like it had been back in the good old days. We weren't going to restart the pipeline system for me, but I didn't miss it. I'd found enough very nice girls through it that I didn't want to go through its tedious stages again. I didn't have any trouble finding new girls anyway, all I had to do was walk around in public; everyone in town knew I was worth $375 million (the Rodeo Drive trip just referred to had been after the second settlement.. What amazes me is the ladies accuse the men or ignoring them at these sort of affairs and yet that's what they are doing themselves, strange cattle.During the evening Jess told me we were running out of milk, would I be a dear and drive down to the milk bar and buy a couple of bottles?I hadn't been drinking much during the day so I was OK to drive. I went into the shop and bought the milk, as I was walking out the hair on the nape of my neck started to rise, I sensed Robin Tiltman, then I heard. Clicking on it, and putting in his headphones he listened: “Happy Birthday to you. Happy Birthday to you..” He chuckled hearing her voice sing him Happy Birthday. He had been expecting something with a bit more of a punch. It just wasn't like Joanna to just sing him happy birthday. After all she was his Spanish firecracker. “Happy Birthday! I wanted to get you something a bit more different than what you expected. You didn't just expect me to just sing you happy birthday did you?” Joanna.