I guess I was supposed to trip over my dick running after her. I just played it cool instead. I spread out my measurements on the kitchen table and pr...tended to go over them. “Sweetheart I have to make sure that all of my figures are correct for this job,” I said. “If I do anything wrong, it would reflect badly on you to your boss.” “And we wouldn’t want that, now would we?” I asked. “I’ll be in soon,” I said. She pouted but she went on into the bedroom anyway. She wasn’t used to not getting. . maybe twenty-four crates. Although four of them are pretty much destroyed. That's ninety-six bars, at ... let's say, sixteen thousand dollars per bar ... that's ... that's..."I had sat down on one of the cases to examine the gold while Anna finally made the calculation, so I wasn't balanced very well when she flew at me, wrapping her hands around my neck, and screaming at the top of her lungs as she bowled me over onto the hard floor."A million and a half dollars, Michael! Over a million and. "Now don't get all silly, but do you have some lubricant?"So much for not getting silly. I heard Jen's squeal and laughter halfway across the bed."Now Aunt Jennnn," Kim said. "It's a legitimate request." Pause. "No, I can come over there and get it." Pause. "No, I can ... Okay. See you in a bit." Jen's coming over?"Kim looked at me, cheeks red. "Tim, she's makin' a big deal out of this..." Lubricant?", I questioned."Won't be in the shower every time," she said, eyes sparkling with youthful. I was totally clueless and carefree.I do not know if it was a concious or sub-concious thing. This time I didn't ask for, or pursue, getting any list of names of my classmates. Or friends in the neighborhood.I know there were kids I hung out with. Kids that played together in our little neck of the woods.School finished up. We packed up our few prized possessions. Some clothing. And mom drove us all to Allentown, Pennsylvania.The summer of 1969.My Uncle and Aunt ran a cemetary. They, and their.