Office of Henry Donaldson, City Hall, Chicago, ILWhen Henry walked into the office, Alice glanced up and said, "Good Morning Sir, coffee this morning?... Yes please, Alice and could you bring your PDA with you also, there's something I need your opinion on. Thanks." Henry responded.As Alice gathered up the carafe and PDA, she mentally replayed the look that Henry had been sporting while asking her this. If she had needed a defining word it would have been, pensive.On entering the inner sanctum,. Fucking load of crap that is, that "sensitivity" shit.Anyway, the amount of cash I had been able to squirrel away was substantial. Hell, it was better than substantial. I had been planning my escape for nearly a decade, and I had made it appeared as if all the money had been frittered away on frivolous, but believable expenditures. I made it look as if I had visited a lot of hookers. Of course, I had to do some actual research on that topic and lay a trail, to make it look authentic. But for. When Tammy told her just a few days, the clerk looked at her suspiciously and said that can’t be right and pulled out her tape measurer. ‘You measurements are 39-31-41 that would make you a size 16,’ she said as a matter of fact. Tammy began laughing hysterically, after a moment, she regained her composure. ‘You’re serious,’ she asked while fanning herself. ‘Of course,’ the clerk replied. ‘What were you expecting, what did you think your measurements were?’ ‘Well, she hesitated, the last time I. The beginning of an adventure.”Dawn started to cry, “This maybe is my fault John. The Housing Authority wanted a list by acceptability and then I read in the newspaper that the Federal Government was cutting their housing program by one third. We have three here on the Housing Program. John, I listed you as number three on that form.” Dawn was in John’s arms, “I’m so sorry.”“It’s okay Dawn. It’s been six almost seven very good years. This may be my karma. I have had to evict a dozen or so.