Korman was a tinkerer and he had the engine of his suction pump partially disassembled on his workbench. As Nick passed tools or held a piece in place...he got up the courage to ask the unasked questions."Dad," Nick began with a casualness he didn't really feel, "why did you change our last name to 'Korman'?" Business. Korman Plumbing is an American business. You can't expect to make a living fixing toilets for Russians who refuse to learn English," he answered without looking up from his. “The fucking elevator is broken,” she said. “Had to use the stairs.” I nodded. Usually comfortable in my own skin, I was really outside my comfort zone here. I didn’t like dealing with death. So I sort of mumbled to her, “Look, I’m really sorry…” She cut me off. “Shut up, just shut up.” “Okay,” I said slowly. “He was a prick and a drunk,” she snapped. “I didn’t want him dead, but I did want him out of my life.” “Really.” I was taken aback at her forward nature. I hadn’t expected her to be so. I called his office and his secretary answered. When I asked to speak to Ray Boltan, I could hear her talking to him."Mr. Boltan, I have a call for you on line one. Do you want to take it or do you want to call the person back?" asked his secretary."Who is it, Marilyn?" I could hear Ray's voice in the background."A Sarah Horn," was her reply."Sarah! No, I'll take this call, Marilyn. Please close my door and I don't want to be disturbed by anyone," I heard Ray responded."Sarah, is it really. But I did not know if he would acknowledge it. It was both comforting and mortifying to know that he was as turned on as I was. After all, we were unchaperoned siblings who probably looked like lovers to anyone. Suddenly, the music stopped to be replaced by clapping. Everyone else had already sat around the fire. How long have you guys been together?, one of them asked. Geez, you must go a really long way back! Are you married?, the guide asked. No, we are not married. But we have known each.