"The shall we say Pierre's Supper Club at eight?" "I'll be there," I agreed.I said my good-byes to each of them and returned to my cabin to collectmy ...ag.When I reached my cabin, I saw there was something amiss. I had left mybag on the floor, but it was now on the bed. I opened it withtrepidation. In the valise, there were important papers which my fatherhad entrusted to me. There was a deed to nearly a quarter of theJefferson plantation which my father was buying. I had been taking it tobe. I walked down deserted streets. The bitumen was cold and damp under my feet. The street lights glowed strangely through the fog. A car horn blared and I jumped sideways out of the way. Once the car was gone, I returned to the middle of the road – not trusting the eerie silent houses that lined each side of the street.I don’t know how long I walked. Time seemed screwy in this strange and foreign land. A single second would stretch out long enough to see the birth and death of stars, while the. The girl called her grandmother 'Baba', you know, 'Old Lady'." Baba Yagablovsky?" Mr. Korman recited the name aloud letting the name roll slowly off of his tongue, "are you still seeing this granddaughter?"Nick shook his head, "No, Papa, she thinks I'm a pig." I'm sorry she thinks you're a pig, Nicholas," his father frowned, "but perhaps it is for the best that you don't see her again. There is something disturbing about her grandmother's name. Hand me that 3/16 ratchet."Nick handed his father. I had no sooner picked up my cell phone to send my wife a text when it vibrated. My wife was calling.“Are you at the airport? I’ve been worried! Why haven’t I heard from you?”“I’m sorry hon, there’s been a snafu…” There was giggling from Monica and Bernadette, and I turned to shush them. “What was that?”“What was what? Oh… that’s just noise from the hotel lobby.” I lied. “I had too much to drink last night, overslept and now I’m trying to arrange another flight out.”A barrage of questions came.