"I bet they make me get my own apartment now!"Thank goodness it takes me a while to dry my hair after I wash it. I needed the extra time to think abou... what I would say. It was an hour later when I finally walked down the stairs. "Good morning." I said quietly as I at the kitchen table. "Uh, I'm sorry about before mom." I whispered."About what, sweetheart?" Mom's face was a little red, but she sure sounded normal now. Suddenly I felt much better. "Oh, about sleeping so late? That's okay.. The more powerful the spirit, the higher the price. I was with a bird whose aunt knows a monk who deals in them. But I don’t think there’s an app for it. Laos is more of a developing country.”“The Laotians are Commies too, right? Do they allow that?” asked Fat Elvis, dark black bags hanging under his eyes. Today he stunk strongly of liquor.Man-bun snorted and giggled, “You see, they’re different sorts of Commies. Them and the Vietnamese. They’re kinder, gentler Communists. They’re not as. There’s $400,000 at stake here.’ And she hung up the phone, her back to the door. Cal thought quickly. Alex handled the accounts for Sam’s business. He was certain that she’d contrived a way to steal money from Sam. He opened the door and stepped into the room. ‘Working something on the side, Alex?’ She gasped and slowly turned to face him, her lip quivering slightly. ‘How much did you hear?’ ‘I heard it all, Alex. Definitely sounds criminal, doesn’t it?’ ‘Peter and I need this. I can’t go to. “Yes! We’re getting married at the track. Jason talked to the chaplain and he’ll do the wedding early in the morning before the race. We got infield tickets for everyone so we can barbecue and drink!”I chuckled, “I am so not surprised that you two would get married at a race!”“Oh, you don’t even know the half of it! Alan Kulwicki is Jason’s Best Man and Martha Elliott is going to be my Matron of Honor!”“No way!”“I’m not funnin’ with you, Yankee. 8:00am on November 2nd. At the track. In Bill’s.