I knew this was her favorite break spot, away from the noise and bustle, and one of the few places she could get a cigarette in peace. I had thrown on...a black trenchcoat and thrown it over my outfit. And sure enough, there at the little table I could see a white blouse and the glowing coal of a cigarette.I was only a few yards away when she suddenly stood up and turned to face me, tense and on alert. But I stopped and smiled, and I could see the tension flowing out of her. “Holy crap baby, you. And now this little piece of work was thinking I was going to knife her.I saw Laura in the back of the room, so I headed her way. Before I left, I said to the now-cowering woman, "The word is 'class.' Look it up in the dictionary. You'll probably never have any, but you should know what you're missing."I walked up to where Laura was taking a couple's orders, and held up a hand with three fingers extended. She pointed to a couple of tables, and I nodded, and moved that way. She finished up with. If you ask me now why I came back to such a dark place for me just to watch them pass by I guess I would have to say it's because I wonder; I wonder what might have been had my dad been able to control his selfish urges after that one fatal mistake. I wonder if they think about me. I wonder what their lives are like now, nine years after the fact.Does my father know that I know? He must, considering the memoirs were hidden in the same place as his emergency money. I'm sure though he has never. Could I use it whenever I wanted to?"You know, you could make whoever you sold this to, conditional. For example, you could retain the use of the engine and ownership, but relinquish your rights to it for a certain period of time. This is what you need an attorney for," Tom was telling me.We were all gathered at his house this evening, Brenda, Debra, Tom, and Courtney, with me pacing back and forth."Wow, I never had a rich relative before. Can I borrow all that money from you, that I am sure I.