She seems like a very strong person, Nolan. I think you've chosen wisely." I think so too. Anyway, I'm very, very happy that she has agreed to marry m.... It's like a dream come true." I'm happy for you. I've waited some time for this day. Now ... it's about grandchildren," she smiled.At the last minute, Mom had organized a reception for Charlotte and me. She had invited all her friends and happily, I knew most of them. Her home was plenty large enough for the two dozen or so people who dropped. He tried to slip me a one hundred dollar bill when my mother wasn't looking, but I refused it. I still had my pride and he respected that. Besides, eating all his food would be payment enough.Before I go further, I suppose now is as good a time as any to give you my mother's stats since this story is really about her: Mom is one-half Colombian and one-half Irish. An interesting combination which has given her the characteristic Latina curves but with pretty hazel eyes and pouty red lips made. She stands to move to the cabinet in front of her desk. Seductively she leans to the edge of it and suddenly starts to push it away. It's beautiful to watch her. Her moves so elegant, dressed in that chic office outfit - a white blouse, gray pencil-skirt and a pair of heels. I forget my work when I watch her move that cabinet. She's out of the frame for a second but returns with her slow walk, watching at me and then sitting back behind her desk. "Oh…" It suddenly becomes clear to me. Now I can. At the end of six weeks, it was time for Almo to begin field work, so we had to get him a baton. We had found a piece of hardwood and had made him a fist weapon similar to mine.Okay, it was back to Tonto see what he might have that Almo could use as a baton. We went through the usual greetings and settled down to trying to find something for Almo that I approved of. “Tonto, I am so pleased with my mace that I would like to find a similar item for a gift. Do you have anything that is similar..