I've been doing everything in my power to get Susan to see the light: that it would be an all-around good thing for everyone if she helps you like tha... on a daily basis. It would be a lot easier for me to convince her of that if you'd be able to talk about this freely and we could work together as a team."He still looked away. "Thanks. I understand all that on an intellectual level, but to actually talk about my doing stuff with her with another person? It's hard."She leered at his crotch and. The Carillon Canal lock is closed for repair ... will be closed two seasons. Didn’t anyone tell you?”“Closed?”“Yup ... they didn’t mention it at check-in?”“Spur of the moment decision. I have friends in Ottawa.”“Well ... you can’t get there from here. Where were you headed before you made for Ottawa?”“Pentwater.”“Where’s that?”“Lake Michigan.”“Pentwater in the Princessapality or FedA?”“Princessapality,” I said. “Ya know ... I didn’t know there was such a thing when I left. As I munched on the toast he'd just buttered, the phone rang. For the next hour I listened to my mother chatter on and on about everything going on back home. She thanked me again for being such a good little hostess during their visit and laughed that Maggie still didn't think this Army town was any place for a good Southern girl. Dad got on the phone to ask about school, reminding me he'd just put another $1000 in my tuition and books account. "I'm doing fine dad," I told him, after. As usual, I stopped outside the Tattoo parlour when the door opened."Hi, there," he said.He looked just like an exile from a motorcycle gang, big with large tattooed arms and even a multi coloured scarf around his head."Hi," I replied, "bit slow today?" Yep, but I don't mind," he said with a smile. "Why don't you come in and have look at my wall of fame?"I hesitated for a second then nodded, my pub lunch could wait."If I can I take a picture of each work," he explained waving at the wall.