Half an hour later I found where she had stopped to eat some more hot dogs and drink a soda.Rather than trying to cross a residential street in broad ...aylight, especially when I didn’t know where my quarry was, I went inside the house and watched--and listened. I trained a parabolic antenna up and down the street but heard nothing. Reasonably certain that the coast was clear, I dashed across the street and into the back yard of the house directly across from where I’d been. Here I could see. ' Ditto! Big Bill from Little Rock'"Ooohh, Oooh, let's find the bathroom so we can get ready for bed."The girls scampered off and I figured I'd get ready too. I shucked off the tux very willingly, especially that stiff shirt. So I walked around in a wife-beater and boxers and checked out the rest of the place. Man, this should be in a museum ... or maybe it was a museum. The whole thing was like a movie or two I'd seen from the sixties. Usually old guys trying to bag young chicks. I bet the old. Andrew did not declare the camera issue. He then put forth the proposal for future management. He fully declared his company role and made sure everyone understood. He then asked for a show of hands as to which way to go. The first vote on self management got one vote. The second on another company management did not get a vote. The third, for his partnership business to take over got a resounding vote. Andrew was overwhelmed with the support.He then passed around the budget for the upcoming. Rathi was my twin sister. Though we were not exactly alike we did share the basic family features. "Look! What should I do now? I can try to manage with one of your jeans and T-shirt.." I said to Manju. "How can you wear jeans to a wedding...and in Manju's jeans and shirt you will look half boy and half girl. " Putti said. " Unless you decide to go fully as a girl...We can pass you off as Rathi", Manju was saying. Suddenly my two sisters looked at each other. Mischief was written in bold.