Hoping she would grab something, but she chuckled and we kept working.“I made some cookies. Would you like to come in and have a few?” She asked w...en we had finished.Besides women, cookies are a weakness, I admit. So who was I to say no? “Sure!” I said. We went inside where she made a plate of chocolate chip and pecan cookies, and some brownies. She poured some milk and we grabbed them and went into the living room.Her husband was in his recliner lounge watching TV. He greeted me, but went back. "How else would you like me to describe them?" said the woman withgrowing annoyance."I don't know. Tell me something not everyone in this room could seejust by looking at them." Very well. There's a label on the inside--" There's no name written inside these." I didn't say I'd written my name in them like some child's underwearwhen they're away at camp. I said there was a label. The label is fromthe tailor who made these items for me. What's more, the broach you areso proudly wearing is a. He weaved his way into the lighted kitchen, where Doug was studying. Bracing himself against the table, Hub leaned over in front of Doug and stuck out his chin."Take a poke at me," Hub said, his words running together, barely intelligible because of the amount of alcohol he'd consumed. "Kick my worthless ass good, 'cause I got it comin' and I know it."Doug grinned good-naturedly. "You're drunk, Hub. Go to bed, why don't you, and sleep it off." Doug had joined the service only a couple of months. None of the participants seemed to miss him or his caustic manner of addressing all issues as if he were the leader of the free world and not a military puppet with very little diplomatic expertise in international affairs.The conference was held in Yalta on the north side of the Black Sea on the Crimean Peninsula.There is very little dispute that Stalin was the star of this show with Churchill lamenting the weaknesses in the British Empire and with Roosevelt in great pain from his long lasting.