”“So, I should tell Fat Phil there is nothing to worry about on his large, if not monster, wager on the number eight race at 5:20 at Aqueduct?”�...�Well, precision-wise, that is not precisely the message, word-for-word, that I would care to deliver to Fat Phil. Were I you. Or anyone else.”“So Boston Shorty, my attention, full bore, is now what you have. Itʼs not what I want you to have, itʼs not something -- my attention -- which I toss around to every Tommy Tilt which crosses my path, but it seems. "Want something to drink?" she asked, walking to the closet by the kitchen.I pushed my hands into my back pockets and pursed my lips."Umm... Yeah, that'd be fine."As she shut the closet, she glanced at me and smiled, and then turned into the kitchen.A minute later, she returned holding two cups."Just ice tea," she said, handing one to me."Thanks," I said, as I took a sip and tried to keep my hands preoccupied from their incessant trembling."Wanna sit?" she asked, gesturing to the couch.I. He reluctantly handed her his weapon. She took it, released the safety, and held it under her chin. “Either let us back on the plane, Uncle Albert, so we may return to the United States or I will pull the trigger. You can bring my dead body to my father if that’s what you two want.”She looked at me with sorrowful eyes. ‘Sam, I’m sorry. I will probably not be alive much longer. I will tell you that I have come to love you and your land.”I saw her finger tighten and I grabbed her hand pulling the. Following their instructions they go through the Food Court. On the way to the jewelers Kyle’s eyes are drawn to a shop featuring paraphernalia relating to the various college and professional sport teams of Texas. Deviating slightly from the plan Kyle leads Kathleen to make a quick detour into the store.At Kyle’s direction they purchase two blue and orange university jerseys with matching baseball caps and sunglasses. Then they each use one of the dressing rooms to change into the new jerseys.