So I struck back.First, I stopped talking to the disloyal bitch and started to live onmy own. I was really nervous, you know, because I so didn't know...whatto do lots of times but then Jennie, the assistant I hired, got methese awesome pills. They really calmed me down but the bad part wasthat I was forgetting everything. Thank God, Jeannie was there toremind me. We got really close, you know, and sometimes she would sitwith me all afternoon and talk. When I would get really ditzy, shewould. "Barramundi?" I said, after the ladies had left."Oh, yes. They are both fresh and salt water. I don't like the freshwater ones — they've got a layer of fat that I find unpleasant. But they are great fighters. The cobblers are catfish. They get a good half meter long. There might be brown trout here. No rainbows, though. Redfin perch are good eating. And there's no limit on them. Hell, the Department of Fisheries asks you to not throw them back, they're really nasty invaders." Weena never told. This was the third year that Darla would have the feast. It was atradition and did so for all of her children on their first visit homeduring a school year. The lady who loved to have her house filled withher family and food could not understand the resistance her husband,Marcus, had for the gathering. Then again, she did not understand why hewas harder on James than their other three children.Marcus never told his wife why and was going to take that shame with himto his grave. He caught James. He could havefolded and probably let either of the boys lose, but he had always livedlife by recognizing the moment and seizing it in the same breath. No waywas he going to let Ron take out one of his guys.Besides, if Ron were going after Jamal and Andy he knew that theywouldn't be able to keep up with his larger pot. Ron wouldn't need agood hand to force them to fold, and he'd never expect Nate to join inwith his own large pot since the goal of the game was to simply not lose.There was no.