" What must then be done?" What I have done, Albert. I reasoned thus--money, time, and fatigue are nothing compared with the reputation and interests ...f a whole family; probabilities will not suffice, only facts will justify a deadly combat with a friend. If I strike with the sword, or discharge the contents of a pistol at man with whom, for three years, I have been on terms of intimacy, I must, at least, know why I do so; I must meet him with a heart at ease, and that quiet conscience which a. We took them on and we won. I guess that’s why I’m celebrating right now. I’m in my father’s bright red convertible with my best friend Joey Shay and we’re driving down the streets of Boston. Joey is a tall, slim dude of black and Puerto Rican descent. We’ve known each other a long time. We both attended BC High before heading to the same school for higher education. He’s a cool cat. It’s a Friday night and we’re just cruising, you know. Just me, my best guy friend and some chicken-heads. When. Oh well he was here that day I came to grab your sweater that day a while back replied Emily. Brian quickly added yeah I had a half day and she caught me dozing on the settee and I said I thought Mr Hawthorn was a bit too formal. Ah so that’s what took you so long that day, chatting up my dad were you. No just passing the time of day blurted out Brian. Ha-ha chill dad as if Em would be interested in an old fuddy duddy like you Sally said. Thanks said Brian, right if you will excuse me Ill. A huge stone pot had been brewing some kind of stew, and now a big steaming bowl of the stuff was circling the warmth of the fire, passed from one island girl to the next as they each took a gulp of it.Ted’s turn to take a mouthful was getting closer and closer, and his stomach was doing backflips. He knew that in addition to the chunks of tangy island fruit in that pot, there were undoubtedly chunks of human meat from the natives of the “brother island.” He wished he’d eaten something on their.