"They asked us to do 'Scenes From an Italian Restaurant'," I said to Evie. "But we haven't done it since high school." I won't have much to do on that...one," Inez noted. Then, turning to Evie, she said with a giggle, "Better get to work re-learning that sax solo, Chiquitita." Chiquitita?" I blurted out, my tone expressing equal parts curiosity and bemusement."It's kind of a nickname or term of endearment I have for Evie," explained Inez.It sounded familiar to me, and I soon made the connection.. When he did really look, he saw that the furniture had been moved and there was a space of blank floor by the window. A folded up easel leant against the wall and Thomas spotted a sheaf of papers next to it. There were the paintings done during that modelling session and another loose pages of sketches to fill a book. They were all of Thomas, stuff going way back to last year, outfits that he recognised that had since left his wardrobe, his shorter haircut. Each was labelled, a date a place,. It had been a few days without any really outrageous scenarios and I was working in the front of the house on one of my cars giving it a good wash and shining. I nice little Camaro pulled into the drive and behind the wheel was a cute little blondie. She slid out from behind the wheel and went towards the house not paying any attention in my direction. I had never seen this little cutie before but just from her out fit and looks she stirred my loins and I felt that familiar feeling that I. . !” the instructor said with a smile. “You are that farang shooter.” We went over to the range set up for 800 yards, and I was given a shooting station. I chose to lie on the ground instead of using the bench there, as that was how I had sighted in the rifle.“Very good,” the instructor said with another smile when he saw my choice of positions. “I will spot for you. Watch the wind flags carefully and do not rush. This is not a race,” he cautioned me.“May I have two fouling shots,” I asked, in.