. there. Almost had me convinced that there was one more Holstein black and white in a herd of 25. Then he would do something outrageous ... like ... ...gnore a heifer in season ... something no self-respecting bull would do.He might appear out of nowhere ... sitting in a comfy puffy leather recliner while a dozen ravening wolves circled snarling and snapping at the invisible barrier that surrounded him ... keeping him safe while they set upon the weakest or oldest of their pack, tearing the. Vanessa, Walker, Pilar, and I attended. A family unit. Daddy and my mother had known the Morristowns more closely, so they sat near Agnes and her three children.Years ago, pre-Vanessa, Bear and I had attended a Mafiosa funeral. He had been a local kingpin back when the Italians controlled the West Bottoms. Long before gentrification marched through.He died peacefully, if one can do that, in his sleep. At 87-years of age. Bear and I knew his granddaughter. She had put in a quiet word to a liquor. Carmen shrugged her shoulders then handed the map to the boy.Jon painstakingly looked over the map, then after asking his uncle about two areas which he pointed out to him and then having received answers to these questions he looked at Carmen and told her with full confidence, "I can take you directly to it." Really?" Yes sir... ah, ma'am... ah, Captain." You would sail with us aboard the Maidens Revenge then?" Carmen asked."Yes, I would ma'am... Captain," he answered beaming with joy.When the. His dirty-blonde hair was awfully close to his shoulders - his older brother always made fun of his "shag" - which made Luke wonder if he should also go to the barbershop while he was at it. He had shaved the night before, revealing his full lips and cleft chin. His body wasn't as built as he had hoped but it wasn't as if anyone else was gonna see his scrawny frame anyways. He looked awkwardly at the briefs he was wearing, his left hand pulling back the waistband and looking down. Maybe he.