She was very annoyed, but thanked me, promising that if he caused any mess she would clean it up the following day.Thereafter, after his mother had no...doubt threatened him within an inch of his life, this scenario never happened again.Another dilemma did nonetheless, soon occur. Dylan always blew his money early on in the month and had to frequently borrow from his mother to see out the month. She obviously got sick of this and finally put her foot down.When Dylan visited me again one Saturday. "You're back," she said.She dismissed the prep cook and told him to get back to work, counseling session over."Good Christmas?" he asked."It was. Yours?" Good," he replied."You wouldn't be checking on our latest hire now would you?" I thought I'd see how my business partner was doing first, then check on her." Shhhh," Shirl put a finger to her lips. "I don't want that getting out." You don't want the employees knowing that you have a stake in ownership? Why not?" Because," Shirl said, "if I. Sarah turned, smiled, held him in her arms and kissed him."Come on!" she squealed, nipping his bum. Laughing and shouting, Jack ran after her trying to reciprocate. Sarah ran up the steps, across the front porch and burst in the door of the cabin, stopping dead in her tracks. Jack ran up behind her, throwing his arms around her waist. He kissed her cheek."I hope you like it." he said nervously."Like it? I love it!" she blurted. Sarah moved around the cabin, trying to drink in its. Peace, beyotch,” he threw up a fake gang sign and strolled out looking all fake tough. I don’t think I could have rolled my eyes harder without straining a muscle. Well that sucked. The arcade was still noisy even when Boomtown was closed. Between the HVAC and the fluorescent lights, there was plenty of buzzing to keep it from seeming peaceful. I guess that meant I was alone.I sighed and got to work. It was a tight squeeze, but I could see why it made sense to have me do this part. Mr. Gadsten.