“Now where is this bar we are supposed to go too? I see dozens of bars and they all look equally uninviting to me.”I glanced at my PDD by pushing ...he sleeve of my boiler suit back and said. “Do you see a Thirsty Torch? If our map data is correct we should be about 20 meters from it.”Finally we noticed a busted light sign where only the letters ‘Thi’ and ‘rch’ still worked.We went in. The bar was packed but we managed to find a table. Har-Hi and I ordered something that looked like beer and when. He heard voices and laughter as he approached the indoor garden. It was strange. His parents did not usually hold visits in the solarium during the mornings. Business and other affairs usually took place in the late afternoon/evening hours. He cautiously approached and cracked the door open. Both his mother and father were sitting at the small table in two of the four huge wingback chairs, facing him. They were speaking quite jovially with someone who he could not see. His mother smiled at him. " one of his female guests interrupted. "I may be here out of curiosity, it doesn't mean I will join your little club and submit to a mere mortal." Same for me." added another man. "I bow to no one, and especially not a puny man in a suit."The puny man smiled arrogantly. "I'm sorry for the misunderstanding. This company as never been meant to last as a permanent league or be led by anyone. The pompous name may have misled you, all of this is only about coordinating one action to get rid of our. ? I thinkhe did love Jamie's mother, but he also would spend occasional weekends at ourvenues here, on the continent or on our cruise ship - helping with classes andputting our stock boys through their paces in legendary, marathon torturesessions.? It was, in fact, during one ofthese that his wife died, drunkenly driving her Merc convertible back from alunch with girlfriends.? Jamie was eightyears old, a bright blond doing well at prep school. Knowing de Hainaultas I do, and having watched the.