I got fresh up and got ready for the meeting. I went to Pooja’s room she also was ready I asked aunty would she wants to move some where for shoppin... she reply nope she want to rest.I and Pooja left for the meeting. We both got free at 9:30 and we called aunty she told that we can move to some place in m.g road for dinner we all had some beer and aunty had whiskey she was bit unstable so as she could not even walk so I had to carry her in my arms. We reached hotel and aunty was telling that. "This metal case," she said, holding it up higher for me to see. "It's not Janey's, Nicole's or mine. Simone said you'd know what to do with it. She got kind of a strange look on her face when she saw it, like she knew what it was but didn't want to remember."She was holding a large aluminum briefcase, heavy by the way she was standing. The one Mac had given me at the wedding. Given back, more accurately. It slowly came back to me where I had first seen it. Stinking, dark, clouded memories of. " Don't be ridiculous," Jack huffed. "I'm a man. Men don't have breasts. They're tumors." His outrage had at least stopped his crying. But Jack was wrong. They were indeed breasts. And what a pair of hooters they were! Any woman alive would have been proud to have possessed this perfect pair of tit flesh. But since Jack was a man and a not so proud possessor of these lovely jugs, they looked totally out of place."They're breasts," Helen maintained. "I don't know how but that's what they are.". Joey and Suzi had been invited by my mom before Sarah had released Joey’s true feelings and Suzi had found another lover. Then a few weeks before the wedding, I kind of let them both know that my mom and I would understand if they had changed their minds but was surprised to find they both still wanted to go.I had expected Joey to do the opposite for obvious reasons, but I guess because it was my mom’s wedding, not mine, and the fact that his own mother was the maid of honor, he had enough.