I can read. I can play music.By the time I reached my middle teen years, we were in a big house, commensurate with my Dad's status as a premier ambula...ce chaser trial lawyer. Gated community. Servants. The sweet lady who cared for our house and did the cooking, Ysabela Luna, was more my parent than dear Dad was.Her English was heavily accented but much better than my Spanish, although I made a concerted effort to learn Spanish. I did pretty good. Ysabela was good and honest and religious. Every. It was a game. Marsha knew what the game was, and had been playing it for over a year now. Since I was new, I had to develop my own strategy, of some sort. Just the word 'strategy' implied that it would be long-term. I wasn't happy with that, but had no short-term, tactical plan in mind.That evening, as my 'Stepford' family was watching TV, I ordered a Bug GPS Tracker from E-bay, a 'Buy-It-Now' for $139 with free shipping. I decided that it would be interesting to find out where Marsha was. What matters is whether you're willing to make a deal or not. Personally, I'd like to get my people inside your force field for the night and I'd like to get this medical procedure started. What do you say to that? Can we make a deal?" No we do not have a deal, Herr Brigadeführer," a man's voice said from the end of the hall. Immediately I glanced in the direction of the voice. A short stocky man was walking towards where Dr. Gruber and I were standing. He was old with grey hair and he was. You see I have contacts in the business world, people who are more than a little curious about how come you're so successful when other CPA firms aren't doing anywhere near as well as you are."It was then that Joanne McKenna stood up. "I hope, Philip, that you're not expecting me to..."She didn't get a chance to finish as her husband issued a loud two word command. "SHUT UP!!!" McKenna turned to Marc, and Kenneth, because he had joined his friend. "I, we," Philip McKenna turned back to his wife.