It was a simple matter of checking school and state records to find out who he was. When I realized who his mother was, I found the son I never knew I...had.”I had opened the box and was staring at a red transparent coin. When I reached in to take it, I was startled to find it ... alive.As I picked it out of the box, I exclaimed, “What IS this?”He said with a grin, “It’s a family heirloom. Do you sense something while you touch it?”“Yes,” I admitted. “Here, feel this Suz,” I said, handing it to. If you wouldn’t mind, would you ask your friend to bring some examples of her wares, evening and daywear – if she would be okay with that, of course?”“I’ll do so, Mr Lake. Oh, and if I might say so, I really enjoy your music. I especially loved the one you wrote for Sam Smith.”I was gratified that at least someone knew my work. Songwriters are on the whole very much like scriptwriters at the Oscars – more likely to draw a ‘who the fuck is that’ than cheers, approbation and the throwing on stage. Lilywas probably the prettiest baby sister that I knew of! She was a totaloops child for my mom a bit over two years ago. My parents apparentlyforgot where babies came from one week while I was out of town at amusic camp. I opened the door of the Toyota Land Cruiser and swung out."Don't forget that you have Tae Kwon Do tonight," Mom reminded methrough the window that she had rolled down."Like I could forget?!?" I asked with a bit of incredulity. I wastesting for my second degree black belt. The two ate half the ball of bread before the man sat back with a sigh of contentment. “Well, no doubt Mom’s bread was better. This has an ... intense, slightly odd, taste that I suppose comes from the sourdough, but wheat bread or not, it hits the spot, huh Boy?”Lobo moved closer and stared at the remains of the round loaf, but Morales chuckled and said, “We have two eggs for morning, so we’ll have eggs for breakfast. Tomorrow, they’re going to be sunny side up instead of scrambled. And... .