I just nodded my head and kept up the facade. Uncle Paul put his arms around my shoulder and pulled me in for a hug. A thousand thoughts raced through...my mind. The manly smell of Zest soap with a mix of Armani Code cologne, combine with the warmth and feel of his perfectly sculpted body just sent me out of this world. We only embraced for about five seconds, but for me it felt more like hours had passed. We finally made it to the car and swiftly arrived at our final destination for the. “What does he do?” I asked.“He’s a broker for a firm here in London. I met him through my dad. What do you do, Sari?”“I’m a flight attendant for KLM on intercontinental routes. I met Steve on a flight to the US. How did you meet him, if I can ask.”“Through a mutual friend the last time he was in London.”“Which was the first part of that trip which resulted in that flight from Amsterdam to Chicago,” I said.“What do you do, Jiang?”“I start reading maths at Oxford in about a month.”Philip returned. I started to get some bad luck (with John Q Law). In 1976, I moved to Philly, Pa.I bought my first business, a go-cart track. I it called "CLOVER RACEWAY" (for luck). It was fun to have something of my own. It made me about $300 a week, take home.Over the next year, I started buying houses at the shore (Wildwood N.J.), I made a good living at that.I sold CLOVER, and bought a pile-driving rig for ten grand. I started my own company (Hitch It Right).It turned out that I had a knack for making. Even so, he agreed to do the job. He did tell Sylvia that it would be better to run the ducts in the crawl space. The unit would be more efficient and the cost would be the same. At least it would be, if he did the installation.Again by buying four or more at a time the small gas furnace with ducts and thermostat included came in at just under $1,500. I wasn't surprised that the furnace was a major expense. As far as materials went, the items Sylvia had priced, so far, were the heaviest cash.