"Oh cool", was all I could think to say. I saw a scar on his forehead, must of got cut pretty bad it was very thick and long. He smelled of cooking oi... and coffee. His face was round, with a mustache, and a few days of beard. His hair was greased back and jet black. About 6 feet tall and 250lbs around 30yrs old. "So, what is there to do here at night?", I asked him. "Nutting, I work till 7 o'clock in morning", he told me. "Well I don't know what I'm going to do all night I'm wide awake" I said.. We have all felt more or less like generals planning an invasion. Carpenters from the surrounding islands have built 60 huts with four beds in each. The rest of the guests will sleep in the west wing of the house, and you two will have the east wing to yourselves. Or whomever you may want to invite for smaller parties or whatever. But now the other members of the planning group will tell you about the plans."Alyssia could hardly sit still. "This is all so terribly exciting."Uncle Jonathan. ”Walker beamed with pleasure. Pilar looked solemnly on, taking it in.I opened a bottle of Four Seasons red. Courtesy of Bobsy.I like to drink, but I’m not hooked on booze. I like the taste though. And the effect. Unlike many, I mix grape and grain without worry. But there’s something about that first drink of the evening. The best.As I take that first sip, I remember that Bernie DeVoto quote, “The rat stops gnawing in the wood, the dungeon walls withdraw, the weight is lifted, your pulse. "Hi there," he said as they entered the room.Jason and Stan shook hands. Mandy hugged Stan and gave him a quick kiss on the lips. Then everyone sat down."I'll cut to the chase," said Stan."Bob had covered many an obituary assignment and knew that things can happen out of the blue. Right after he and Mandy were married we talked about what might happen if he died."Mandy, he wanted to make sure you were taken care of and Jason, he wanted to make sure you were OK too."First, he wrote each of you a.