I know you met my friend Jorge several times before he died. He used to give me advice, and at the end say ‘5¢, please’. At his memorial service,...each of his friends received one of these from me to remind them of him. I want you to have one, not because he was your friend, but because the advice you gave me today was something he would have said. You never saw him dance at my parties, but he was the best dancer I knew. And he would have given me the same kind of grief you gave me. It must have been Simran, for whom I had done an exhaustive photo shoot for her private collection. But that is another story which I would tell you some other time. I secretly thanked Simran for this opportunity. Now I was getting restless, eager to move on and go ahead with the shoot.“So what is on your mind? How do you want this session to be?” I inquired. I tried to act professional as much as I could, but within my mind I was a restless kid.She looked me directly in the eye. “I have no. It’s presence speeds up one possible reaction over others, thereby driving the results in a desired direction. Your presence there has done that,” William said.“If you say so,” Betsy said doubtfully.“By the way, I let the governor know that a Fusion Foundation ship is arriving loaded with seeds for crops that should be appropriate for Hawaii. Another ship with cooking oil, rice and flour has already docked.”“That’s great,” Betsy said.“I’ll let you get back to what you were doing,” William. Then your friend Tom jumped in. One of the other guests called the police. The rest is under investigation. Is there anything you want to add?’ Hannah covered her face and sobbed. ‘Oh my god…’ She was tired of hiding, living lies. The weight of grief compelled her to confess everything. She began with the seaplane flight to pick up drugs and ended with meeting Annie. Sex with Annie remained a secret. There was no need to ruin anyone else’s life, although she knew Willie suspected something.