Let her see it as well, and she shall love you the same.’ Cien’s body was shaking finely, and was forced to sit down. He stared down at the table,...not really seeing it. ‘She is my Rose.’ Henry smiled at the younger man before picking up his newspaper again. ‘Bah. Enough of this women’s talk. Iris!’ Iris stormed into the room hands on her hips and glared at Henry. ‘ ‘Twill be done when it’s done, your royal highness.’ With that she spun on her heel and disappeared back into the kitchen. ‘She. I hoped. Let's keep our fingers crossed.I had my overnight bag, towel, gift, and CDs. For Rachel, I had burned two very long CDs, with "our" songs on them. I had even bought one of those Make-Your-Own-CD-Cover kits, and made some really cool covers for them. I had also written her a huge letter, reminiscing about some of our greatest memories, and telling her how much she meant to me as a friend, like-a-sister, etc.As I flip-flopped up her walk, I realized that I had to slap on the happy face. I was determined, if at all possible, to arrange that for her.She was in my house reading a fashion magazine, which she brought with her, when The Brit got my message. "Sylvia what the hell is it," he asked."You ought to come over to my place. You really need to come alone." I said."I can't do that Sylvia Jeremy agreed no more holding back when I'm home. We can both come out there if you like. Give me a couple of hours I have to go to the store." I hung up the phone in disgust."Come on Juanita. ."He grabbed a lemon and squeezed the heck out of it. Then he handed the wrinkled remains of the rind to the little fellow.But the Crowd's laughter turned to total silence as the man clenched his little fist around the lemon ... and six drops fell into the glass.As the crowd cheered, the bartender paid the guy his $1000, and then asked the little man: "Do you mind if I ask what do you do for aliving? Are you a lumberjack, a weight-lifter, or what?"The little fellow quietly replied: "I work for.