That outing changed something for me. I won't say I was more positive, but I was less focussed on my loss. I was able to regain, at least to some exte...t, my old routine. The house still felt empty; the piano still mocked me, but I got some writing done. Indeed, I think I wrote some of my better work, and the week passed ... slowly.Saturday came round ... I was almost surprised, but time does pass. The bus got me to Fox House for half-past ten, time for coffee. I was glad of the coffee, it was a. “What can you tell me about what was happening to Dawes’ assets? How much was due to you, and how much mere serendipity?”“The spiriting away of the cash was performed by The Personalia, at our request, and the removal of the Egyptian artefacts was instigated by us, as soon as we identified them as a stolen collection. Your pictures were excellent, by the way. The follow-on at the British Museum was not done by us. Our military friends, who did the extraction of the goods as a useful training. It was a Saturday, and I had decided I was going to take each weekend off from my photography assignment work. I needed a rest from racing up and down the coast getting my pictures for my employers back in London.It was also because Saturday was another day that Lupe was around, but my Uncle Gerry was not. He always worked Saturdays too, at his workshop just outside of town.The previous evening Lupe had told me she would visit my room around 11 am. I guessed she was coming earlier than before,. " Marla smiled as she sat herself next to Paul, feeling a bit out of sorts. "I see you're doing well." I picked an easier game than my friend Jane." Paul said as he lost the next hand and the other after that. Paul quickly saw the familiar pattern of a casino house getting you hooked with winnings and then take one for all they got. "My name is... uh, Paula." Nice to meet you, dear," said Marla. "I suggest you be careful or you'll end up in debt and working for the place like me." I'll keep.