He failed in two subjects. But that won’t be a problem. Please don’t worry. He’ll have a retest next week, and I’ll make sure he passes,” he...said and gave mom my report card.“Are you sure? I thought there will be no retests,” mom said.“And I never thought Aravind’s mom would look like a model. I guess we’re both wrong today,” he said.Mom smiled and said, “I don’t know how to thank you for helping my son in his studies, sir.”“You can thank me by inviting me to dinner at your house if you want,”. "Look, I'm from Chicago," Bryant said. It was unnecessary because they both knew where he lived. "It's the same here as it is there. The same as it is Los Angeles, Ally. Money buys justice. I can tell from that fat bastard down the street it is the exact same way here. Tell me it isn't."Steve frowned and glanced at Allyson. She answered immediately."It is that exact way here, Bryant," she said. "Jonas and I prosecute them as equally as we can. That much has changed. A rich guy gets the same. As I stepped through the door of my house, in which I lived alone, that aroma hit me like a wall. It enveloped and teased me, pulled and played with my senses. That damned cologne...and I was quite sure the love letter hidden behind the crapload of junk mail -- its scent wasn't nearly so damn strong.A blank, pale red envelope lay on the blackwood table. A single, elegant ribbon was tied around it. As I set the mail down and gently picked up the envelope, I turned it at every angle. It was. Mrs. Cole had prepared my spark and me an occasion field-bed, to which we retired, and there ended the night in one continued strain of pleasure, sprightly and uncloyed enough for us not to have formed one wish for its ever knowing an end. In the morning, after a restorative breakfast in bed, he got up, and with very tender assurance of a particular regard for me, left me to the composure and refreshment of a sweet slumber; waking out of which, and getting up to dress before Mrs. Cole should.