"All this just for little old me, Cynthia, when people like you and your folks have so little. Life's not fair, is it?" I said as I showed her round. ...od I was laughing so much inside when I said that.When we sat down in the lounge for coffee, I extracted a fifty pound note from my bag and held it over a burning candle, set fire to it and casually used it to light a cigarette. Giggle. Did this right in front of her eyes – then sat there smoking while the note burnt away in the ashtray on the. True to The Plan, we left there and found a bar -- a "neighborhood bar," as it turned out.It was a new experience for both of us. This was no "cocktail lounge" that we'd happened across. This was an urban, Chicago-style neighborhood bar. Neither of us knew it, but bars like this one could be found on practically every other block in Chicago and its exurbs. We were the only people in the place that nobody else knew. It was like "Cheers" (only a lot darker, and a much narrower room). A place. “But I have some more detailed information.”“Of COURSE you do,” my sister laughed.“Henry, you should stick around for the afternoon,” I said. “I’m having a group of college kids over for what they used to call a Rap Session. I think some alternative viewpoints would be very helpful!”“I think I will,” Henry said, looking over at Abbie and smiling.“Tiger, can we go to a movie after dinner?”“What did you want to see?”“Either the new Indiana Jones movie, Road House, or the new Star Trek movie.”“Any. “I would have challenged your kid, but knowing you, you might try to have me arrested for assault on a minor.” Russell said.“No, I wouldn’t have. But let’s get this straight, for future reference, I don’t have any kids at all. Although I do have children, namely my son over there who does share my name. But to answer your question, my Son and I are both REAL MEN, that is why we didn’t go public about the Woo’s. You don’t want to feel anything that Teddy is prepared to dish out on your ass, as.