"What does my father have to say about this arrangement?" Your father was killed at the beginning of the war and you kind of took over from him, comfo...ting your mum," she said with a smile."Well how did my grandmother come into the picture?" Why I told her, she didn't believe me about your size and had to see for herself. Your grandfather was also killed in the war and in the past four years you have looked after your grandmother's itch." Itch you say, she sounds as cock happy as you are." You. We drank to the confusion of all would-be cheap imitators, laughed, and both tried to speak at once. I gestured to her to continue, “Mike, I just wanted to say thank you again for Sunday. My last visit to Santa Monica Pier was at the end of a rather trying day with an arrogant and over-entitled S-O-B male star, and you helped me overlay my mixed memories with good ones. So yes, I’d love to show you the Pacific Wheel by night sometime; we’ll just have to agree a date. It’s a little too busy. ”“Like what, Olga?” Tim licked his lips and reckoned that he was thinking about a bit of canoodling.I replied, still giving a friendly smile, “What about reading a magazine together? I found one you seem to enjoy reading and I thought we could read it together and see if anything follows on from that.”Tim looked at me as though I was mad. “Why do that, Olga?”Just like Tim, I thought, as he always made a smart alec comment, and he was always doing ‘Boys’ stuff. Well, now I had a lever so things. Had he always done that? "So, how's it going, Rick?" His brother raised his eyebrows. "How's what going?" "Everything. Come on, man. Mom's worried about you." "When isn't she worried about all of us?" "True, but right now I think you're at the top of the list. How are you?" "I'm okay. I'm adjusting." Rick downed more of his beer. "How's everything with you? That was a tough game last night. Is your shoulder okay?" "Oh, yeah, it's fine. You know how it is. You get hit enough you don't even.