Meiko insisted on staying with me as I visited the various sponsors to listen to any issues they might have.My first stop was to visit Tasha. The twin... had called in the morning and reported that she seemed unhappy, but they could not determine why. I figured that a visit might give me some perspective on the situation. She met me at the door to her cubicle and led me into an elaborately decorated sitting room. There Meiko and I found her two concubines waiting. One was a young African American. "But it will be collocated with the third longest escalator in the world," he smirked.Hmmm. Well, I would just have to wait.Months went by. Vlad had seemingly disappeared. And then I got an invite to Vlad's next opening. But it was in D.C.! He had scribbled a personal message on the invite—"You gotta come to the opening—it's really deep shit, this time." Apparently the National Endowment for the Arts was providing the funding.I looked on the card for the gallery name and address—there wasn't. Her friend tried to intervene but got punched by one of the other girls. Within a few seconds she was flat on her back and out of it.Cussshhhhhhhh! Claire’s fist connected with the other woman’s cheek as the haymaker knocked the woman against the wall. Her back smacked against it and she bounced off the wall. Glassy-eyed and rubbery legged, the women teetered forward and try to slap at Claire. But Claire blocked her thin arm, got hold of her shirt and rammed her fat fist into. He decided to drink water, since, he had to cook. We chopped veggies and talked about roses until Nan arrived back from getting set to go. Then, she was gone.I asked Lou if he wanted to listen to more music as we cooked dinner. He said he did. I put on some jazz, Glenn Miller, I believe. When I returned to the kitchen, Lou was swaying to the music. He asked if I'd like to dance. I accepted without hesitation. I have always liked the way older men hold you while slow dancing. It's like.