Wedged under a small table was a round, pot bellied, ragged, wicker basket. Gregg pulled it out. He pulled the top open and peered inside. There was a...dusty turban, a small bamboo musical pipe and a coil of rope.Perhaps, Gregg thought, some version of the Indian Rope Trick might convince Sam of his competence. ?How much for the basket?? he said. The owner peered across, not even bothering to get up. ?Five bucks should do it,? he said.?OK? said Gregg pulling a five from his bill fold. If nothing. I can almost say it was by coincidence, because I was watching the news on the TV and they told of something about sex being such percentage of services offered on the Internet, or something like that... I don’t know, one of those serious topics, I’m not sure.I finished my dinner, washing dishes and when my son had finally left to go over to his dad... it’s not that I don’t love him, it’s just that it’s a hassle having to deal with the darn kid, his dad should keep him all week and “pass” him. She has only been gone three days and already the color and song fade out of my world. My muse, my sunshine, my eccentric little piece of heaven, snatched away to God knows where…gone. April’s picture sports an impish grin from across the room, a look of pure and simple joy in her eyes. Her hair is dark and wavy, whipping this way and that in the wind. Her blue eyes are barely visible, as they squeeze shut when her round cherub cheeks smile so hard. Everything about her has always been willowy. Not only was the price reasonable, but it tasted like the cook knew what he was doing.She left the restaurant for the attached saloon (was that why it was called the "Union" hotel?) to inquire about Curly Johnson. She bought a beer, which she was developing a taste for, by now, and engaged the bartender in conversation. The bartender insisted that he had never heard of Curly Johnson, or anybody who looked like him, so Jane was somewhat taken aback. Had she come this far for nothing? She thanked.