"He just started making fun of the guy." Making fun of him?" Yeah. Manny said only a thoroughly pussy-whipped wimp would drive a minivan. He said the ...uy was probably some accountant or grocery store manager on his way to pick up tampons for his wife."Jorgan nodded thoughtfully. "Interesting theory." The minivan guy did look about as square as a guy could look," Frank said. "He was all clean-shaven with his hair trimmed short. He had on a preppie white collared shirt and he had this big-ass. Their friends had read both chapters and been impressed with the realistic presentation of life in the colonies in the 1760's. Several of them sent me notes with the returned copies praising the story and asking for more. It was very gratifying to read their replies.It was the end of March before any of the replies from Boston came in. They were very gratifying also. Their replies had more to do with the facts presented about the life of an indentured servant in Boston during colonial days, and. “Go sit down for a while. Maybe one of us will come remove your shoes.”He likes that. He disappeared from the kitchen. Brindy kissed Mila on the cheek. “Here’s your chance.”Dave’s turn:End of a long day. Lots of things going on the domestic front. Mila has become part of the family, part of the group here. She shows up at the office, talks with everybody, her expanding English skills in collision with our expanding Spanish. Everybody loves her.I come home, get hit when I walk in the door. The. Good day, sir."Now to head back into the real world and throw Alfred off my track. All was clear when I left the shop and made my way to the restaurant. I found it easy enough and could see Wilbur holding forth with grand gestures. Lexa and Sabreena made for a captive audience but a few of the other patrons were also listening in, shaking their heads in wonder."Ah, there you are Bert. If not for you we could have left ages ago. We are all finished, except that now we seem to have lost Alfred..