”His mother sighed. “At least it went to a good cause.”“He really did a good job taking care of the driver. You’d have been proud of him, Mr.... B.”“I am, Tim. After you’ve changed clothes eat the lunch I made for you. I’d hate for the food to go to waste.”“Okay,” Benny said.After lunch, Tim and Benny went out into the garage to work on the van. Since the engine block and heads were out getting machined, they had to work on the brakes instead. It wasn’t a tough job, just a little time consuming.. But before you reached that, there was a concealed gallery. Perhaps concealed wasn’t the right word- the entire throne room was overseen by a second-level gallery, where non-functional members of the royal court could oversee proceedings in the actual throne room. From the ground floor, and the gallery across from it, the concealed area appeared to be part of the rest. But it was accessible only to the royal family and those they entrusted with their innermost sanctum- and it was here that. ” I couldn’t think of more to say on this.I came into the house. “Harry, I borrowed a lantern. You want me or Berta to go down to the wagon and help get Charley and Hank settled in.”“No, as long as they have a light, they’ll be fine. I’m staying with them tonight. I’ll sleep in my brother’s bunk. Charley has a curtain she pulls for privacy. We’ll go down now, they are pretty tired.”Charley, I could tell was waiting to say something. “Berta, thank you for supper, it was wonderful. Brady, I. So when I seen this man’s picture with this rather large tongue I had to make a remark “With a tongue like that I'm sure you won’t be lonely long." He was also a rather nice looking thick black man so I was sure that would help. A few days later I received a message from him on my messenger. For the next several months we stayed in contact via the Internet, phone and his two-way. He was a truck driver and his job was finally bringing him close to my area. I had mixed feelings first.