"Have a good evening, Cents and Nickel." He went inside still chuckling.I opened the door for Dollars and closed it gently. I walked around and got be...ind the wheel. She said, "I'll never live this down." She grinned. "I don't want to either. Onward to my place. Let's show off to Teresa!"I drove over to their house. I opened the door for Dollars and handed her out. Teresa had come to the door. She saw Dollars get out and ran out to hug her. "Cents, you look great." She looked at me. "Abe, the. Including the fact my Uncle Sam did not like my wife so had my share of the estate put in trust for me until I was thirty-five years old or divorced which ever event occurred first.We left the Clerk's Office with a court date next month on a Thursday afternoon. I asked my lawyer about my Uncle's will and he said "I was instructed to tell you that you had inherited some money from Uncle Sam but it was in trust for you until you were thirty-five. Your Uncle Sam did not like your wife and felt. Her stare softened, but not before my smile evaporated completely. After the cast was removed, Nicole stretched in the bed and tried to move her stiffened legs. They barely responded to her will. “You need to do some exercises,” Nadja said and checked the flexibility of Nicole’s hip joints. Then she did some other tests. “Is everything OK?” Nicole asked tentatively. “Considering the condition of your body, I could hardly say that everything OK.” “Sure.” “And…,” Nadja added,”No sex or any. . thing. Here." With that, he thrust into Jeff's hands a heavy, dusty old book and left the room quickly.The title, what Jeff could read where the gilding hadn't worn away, was "Medi al Ency lop d a & Syll bus." Puzzled, Jeff opened the thick book up to a page marked by a sheet torn from his father's prescription pad and started reading -- or trying to read. The words were long and unfamiliar, and the pictures weren't much help: they looked like people with spaghetti in their laps -- no, wait,.