” A strange voice said from behind her.Alex jumped back from the stranger.“Who are you?” She demanded. The woman she was confrontedw...th simply smiled. “Where’s my mom?”“Relax Alex.” She said monotone. “How do you know my name?” She said more curious thenscared. The woman didn’t look as though she posed anythreat.The woman laughed loudly and said “You have no clue who Iam do you? I’m your Aunt Monica.”“Oh!. We arrived and I helped Beth from the taxi. It was onlyas the taxi pulled away that I realised the place didlook very different and I wondered for a moment if hehad indeed brought us to the right place.There was a black man wearing a tuxedo standing by thedoor. I asked him if this was the Black Cat.‘The Black Cat as was Sir! It is now the Black Pussy!’ Cat, Pussy. Didn’t seem a big difference, just a bitmore playful sounding. The man opened the door for usand as we entered it. "I would have been this rich anyway then. Hmmm. I wondered if the old me, the suicidal, pre-Harley me would have been able to handle it. I did wonder. A lot. A part of me felt embarrassed about the way I'd been spending money lately, but that me was used to the spartan lifestyle my military choices had led me into. It was used to the unassuming childhood in New Jersey – the one where my parents had let me grow up not knowing the truth about our wealth or our family roots. Harley was far more. The one thing that I didn't really like about Geena working was that one night a week she would stop after work for a drink with her coworkers. I'm not against a little social drinking, but several times Geena had come home in a condition that bordered on being drunk and I didn't like the idea of her being out there driving like that. She insisted that she was all right and promised me that she would call a cab or call me anytime she had what she considered too much. I didn't press things,.