But there is only one marble road. A perfect thing; a leftover from the time Gods had walked among men. Or even so, before men alltogether.What reason...was there behind it? Why does it lead into the Widelands? What is it made of? Who build it? With what tools? They was the proper word because this must surely have been the work of thousands. No single man could have ever hoped to accomplish such a work in his lifetime. Perhaps most rightly so, the road was the work of the Gods. To try and. I did it for most of my guys, I did it for Roger (from St. Croix days) and then, later, really loved doing things for Jack. At least I had that in common with the wife next door.After something like a week, curiosity got the best of her and, she knocked on our kitchen door one morning. I know I looked like my usual used self in the morning, the inside door was open, I quickly wrapped the satin robe around myself (hiding the bikini panties and the little string top) and let her in. She ‘got it’. His closing arguments are just as strong, just as moving as the speech he made to Irving that day in the cabin, and his handling of witnesses, always knowing when they’re telling it straight and when they’re lying, is nothing short of spectacular.And prosecutors and the cops don’t hide exonerating evidence from us, either. The last one who tried it found Hugo in his office calmly threatening him with not only a mistrial but a bar association investigation. He couldn’t figure out how Hugo knew,. He watched in fascination as it rolled back and forth before stopping, unmoving and lifeless when he recalled the adage: After the game the king and the pawns are returned to the same box. It was hot. He opened all the windows making his way to his bedroom. He lay on his back staring at the ceiling, trying to erase the visions from his memory. Not being able, he undressed. He walked around the room naked not knowing what to do. When the absurdity of his restlessness hit home he laid down.