This was a good place for us to refresh ourselves and rest up for the banquet, which I was assured would be a real blast. What a Sphinx would call a "...eal blast" was mystifying, but I figured that we would live through it.The banquet turned out to be a real delight. We were served a choice of lamb or goat with a wide range of vegetables. Some of which we had never seen before, but we enjoyed them all. For desert, they served something called "orange sherbet." I had to agree, that was a real. He pointed out Karen had been happy with the deal just a few months previously. He also noted the "final deal" language above Karen's signature. Gary Anders and his money was never part of that deal. Therefore, as far as the court was concerned, his death didn't change anything.One of Karen's attorneys was giving me funny looks during the proceedings. I imagined he was wondering at the funny timing of Gary Anders death, after the divorce and before the wedding. The worst possible timing for. Looking at his watch, Michael turned towards the large sliding glass doors and quietly walked into the warm, spacious dining room, gutted of all furnature and littered with cans and half empty beer bottles.Most had already left. Michael lightly stepped across the hardwood floor, checking every surface for his missing phone. He moved through a doorway into the hall, and carefully opened the wooden door into the living room and crept in, leaving the door ajar behind him. He looked to the sofa at. "That's my Lizzie, queen of the warm-and-fuzzies." That's my Jay-Jay, keeping me that way," she grinned. "My God, listen to us--we're worse than War and Soph." Nope. Not possible. Can't be done," Crash deadpanned. They looked at each other and burst out laughing."Hey, Snugglebear, guess who I got an email from today?" Sophie asked."Paul McCartney," Warren teased."No, you goof. Siobhan, my cousin." Oh, cool. How's she doing. All settled in at school?" Yup," Sophie told him. "She seems to love.