”“Have you figured things out?” she asked softly.“I’ve figured out a lot,” I said. “About me, about Birgit, about you.”“Good. Did yo... want breakfast now? We can go see Birgit once we eat, if you want.”“Sure! That’s a great idea.”We had a typical breakfast of filmjölk, cornflakes, bread, butter, and cheese. I had a couple of cups of coffee as well. We finished and started cleaning up when Lars and Annika came into the kitchen.“Good morning, Steve!” Lars said, taking my hand and shaking it.“Good. Bullshit. Probably just theaftereffects of the dream.He went into the closet. Nothing seemed to want to fucking fit today. Theshirts hung like tents, the pants were so loose he had to go to the lastnotch on the belt to keep them up. His shoes were too big.Maybe some sick fuck slipped in and replaced my clothes, he thought. Yeah,breaking and decorating. Sure.He went to the VCR, but try as he might, he couldn't get the damn tape toeject. He wanted to take it back, shove it into that fucker's. I had two things on my To Do Right Now list: the Sims property and Gina's clothes.Bobby Sims was sitting on money and never knew it. One of the energy companies suspected natural gas under the property but Bobby either couldn't or wouldn't read the proposed contract they had mailed him. I took it to an attorney downstate who had experience with gas contracts and negotiated a fine deal. My responsibility was keeping the property up, which turned out to be easier than I thought. The Turner family. "Ok if you know so much about me, what am I thinking and what do I want? "It's a question of choice" Steve casually observed – "you don't likemaking choices". "You came to this function because you were told to, so you did. You weretold were to sit, what to say. You haven't even chosen your own drinks allday" and as if to emphasise the point he handed her a glass of champagne. Shetook it. "I can see by the way you look at people, that you are heterosexual. Youview all other women as a threat..