The last couple of days, when I headed back for our wagons, I'd ridden back along the trail the other wagon train had left.Just after I started back, ... saw a wagon bogged down in the marshy ground close to the river. It had sunk until the bottom of the wagon was on the ground. I pulled up and went over to it. I was sinking in even just walking on the ground, but I did make it to the wagon.It looked like someone had tried to get some stuff out, but it was still loaded to the gills. There were. " As it happens, James, the timing of your request is fortunate. I haveanother opportunity that would be of benefit to me with that capital.However, I don't think that just 10% is sufficient return to justify myacceptance."My heart sank, I knew that my savings plus selling my parent's housewould cover this and give me some left over but I didn't want to paymore than 10%.Kritsada stayed silent, his face impassive, and then he smiled, "butthere may be a way for us to come to such an agreement. I. " But dad!" Listen to me, Gina. You're mother loves you very much. She has fed you and taken care of you for all these years. She feels some what jealous of you in a good way. She wants your freedom and your youth. I knew she always had a thing for black men, but was too scared to try. Be nice to her Gina. Help her out." Ah... What am I supposed to do, dad?" Get one of your black friends to go out with her. Take her on a double date with you. She isn't as much of a pro as you are so you will. But her eyes weren’t focused on the here and the now and me and my half-smile, but instead on the there, the then, and – apparently – a rat. ‘It was in seventh-grade biology class. The teacher announced to the class one day that he was going to hold a contest, and that everyone had to participate. We were all supposed to come up with a name for the rat he had in the classroom. The person who came up with the best name would win the rat.’ She smiled, and arched an eyebrow at me. Thinking I’m.