“I guess,” I said. “There’s coffee in the pot. I just put it on a bit ago. Help yourself.” She did so.“And Cherry?” she said, heading ba...k into our mini-dinette.“She’s shopping,” I said. My sort-of daughter nodded.“Just wanted to drop by and congratulate you. Cherry’s clued mom and well, we were all kinda surprised,” she said.“Okay,” I said.“Dad are we okay?” she said.“It’s relative, but yes, more or less, I guess,” I said.“You’re my father, not more or less my father,” she said. I didn’t say. I suppose this is the time I earned the reputation of a wastrel, party animal, playboy, which followed me throughout my adult life, but can you really expect a fifteen year old boy to be serious about running a multi-million dollar empire, even if he hadn't just discovered he could almost fly? Where I did direct my wealth, it was to direct research into innovations and devices which could help me personally, in my physical expression of intoxication and exhilaration.After I had gained my full. "But it won't be shown on TV, not on Crime Stoppers or such; it will be anonymous?" Michele asked."The only people who will see the re-enactment will be a Grand Jury and the jury hearing the case against your attacker in a closed court Mrs Bouvier," Mike encouraged her."What would you want me to do?" Michele asked."Simply retrace your movements on the night of the crime; we would ask that you dress the same, act the same, and retrace your steps to the best of your ability," Mike answered."Just. ?It started with my mother.??But it was a short conversation???I know. That?s it. I hate listening to her ramble on and bad mouth myfather, but now that she didn?t do it, I miss it. Like you don?t knowwhat you have until it?s gone? You know???I mean, not really on the one hand, but I guess I get it. It?s whatyou?re used to, I suppose.??Yeah. And basketball sucked.??Why? What happened???So we go to Riverside and we?re playing three on three and I suck. Ican?t hit a shot. Do you.