’ Smiling, Yolanda sat down across from me. Shed took the proffered glass. Sipping its contents, she puckered her lips in response to the sour lemo... taste. She said, ‘Not bad.’ ‘My granddaddy drank one of these every day and he lived to be ninety.’ ‘Thanks for stopping and helping me,’ she said. She looked about my small apartment then turned her attention to me and asked, ‘What’s your story?’ ‘I ain’t got no story. I’m just a working stiff trying to make a living.’ ‘No wife?’ I shrugged.. I do, too! Especially in Hell, where the only snow and cold are in places designed for them. Face it, I control all of the weather in Hell and I keep things just as I like them in most places ... just under twenty-four degrees Celsius. That’s seventy-five on the Fahrenheit scale, but who cares, right?“I like it when people are happy and comfortable in their weather ... and when they feel free to go naked most of the time. It’s not as if the ground is covered in flames anymore, as it was in many. Pivotal to the plot. Its five weeks filming in Vancouver, starting week after tomorrow. I can offer you a straight six million. Not your usual price I know, but it’s a role that will showcase your serious side and I’ve heard on the grapevine you’re looking for this type of meaty part.’ ‘Who’s turned it down?’ ‘It’s not a case of turning it down, more of not being free to accept.’ ‘Who?’ ‘Butler and Farrell.’ ‘Who else?’ Leaning forward Stuart told him, ‘Eric Bana, but I promise you were always. I towered over her at 6 feet, three inches. I was 190 pounds then. She was not unattractive. She had short grey hair and large glasses that accentuated her blue eyes. She looked all of her 62 years. In her right hand was a cocktail and in her left a lit cigarette. She looked me up and down as she took a drag off of her smoke. Then she took a sip of her drink before she spoke."You don't want an old, wrinkled woman like me," she said. I kept looking at her as I removed my coat. I laid it on the.