It was a good thing my laptop case was padded —this drive was worse than baggage handling would havebeen. I arrived at the hotel, slightly the w...rse for wear butfully briefed on topics including which subjects toavoid in conversation, what the odds were on theColombian team in the World Cup, where to get a gooddeal on jewelry (probably his brother-in-law, I wasguessing), who to contact for security escorts and whatthe arrangements were to pick me up from the hotel inthe morning. I checked. "She wanted to remind me of something. That's all." You've got it bad, little brother." Can we drop this?" I had forgotten what a persistent pest she could be."Tell me. Tell me everything or I'll stand up just when grandmother complains that the stuffing is too spicy and I'll say, 'Jimmy has some spice he wants to tell us about.'"I tackled her. "God, you're getting heavy," I said as I carried her to the bed."Tell me," she giggled."Will you keep your trap shut at dinner?" I will if you give me. "You're such an idiot you probably didn't understand what I said." Paul, apologize now!" I'm sorry, you're right. She's not an idiot. She's somewhere on that fine line between a moron and an imbecile. You should hear her in class. She longs for the day of Joseph McCarthy. She is convinced that Nathan Bedford Forrest is the root of all that is good in the south. Our society is perfect because of him. He started the Klan and that keeps us a gentile society. She is a direct descendant and uses him. But we don't have to decide today. There's plenty of time to decide. And besides, reversals aren't a hundred percent. I know the numbers." I do too, little one," Alan said."Way, I see it," I said, "my senior year of college, you get the surgery, I'm off the Pill, and we let life rock along. And if it happens, it happens. Sort of like buying a lottery ticket." I love it when you're analytical," he laughed."Plane below us at two o'clock," I said, noting the traffic."Got it," he answered. "Of.