“That will be all, sir. Thank you.” Liu said as he escorted Alfonso to the door. “Aren’t you going to give him a tip?” I asked my very angry...boyfriend. “He already got his tip when you came out here. What the fuck is wrong with you, Kait?” He yelled as he locked the door front door. “Did you see the look on that guy’s face?” I giggled. “Yeah, that wasn’t funny. So now you’re showing your little twat to wait-staff?” “I probably gave him something to think about for the rest of the day”. I said. And the weather was hardly an improvement. But the worst thing, the absolute worst thing was leaving behind my big brother, Martin. I didn’t sleep much, the first few months. Still, we found a way to make it work. And we found reasons to visit each other, even if they were lame. Hey come on, we’re family. We don’t need a reason, do we? Actually, we sort of did, because by that time Martin was married to Monique. She put up with me and I tolerated her. That’s as close as we ever got. But he. ”“What’s first?” Brian asked as we pulled into the hotel.“We buy some clothes,” I said. “This was a pretty haphazard event. I’m on Liz’s last nerve so I decided to come here and do this. It could have waited for the weekend or I probably could have done it by telephone. I’ve got what I’m wearing and what I wore yesterday in my bag. So I told Liz she was springing for a new wardrobe for us. We can’t hobnob with the rich and successful looking like a pair of street bums.”Brian gave me an. Susan, as usual was wearing a short, Indian cotton sundress and of course had absolutely nothing on under it.The sun was hot so they retired to the verandah and Susan brought out drinks -- beer for William and our son, and a vodka cooler for herself. William stayed for about an hour and had a second beer. Susan had a second cooler. She mentioned that we were thinking of having a barbecue that Saturday afternoon if he was interested. "You could bring James along if you want," she said. "And you.