After about 30 minutes, the two emerge from the tent, and rejoin us now at the table, where some of us are now playing cards. Johnny walks up to my si...e, and begins “I guess I'm ok—should be pissed at my mom. But I'm gonna tell you Matthew—if I was a bit bigger, and older maybe, I'd be stompin ur fuckin ass dawg”. We all just smile, knowing that would not be likely. “And by the way dude—you fuckin stink” !A light laughter follows, and I raise my left arm up and take a deep whiff of my wet bushy. ” “Okay,” I said lifting my glass to my lips and sipping the strong drink that she had made. My thoughts were somewhere else though. I wondered what it was that she wanted to talk about. I prayed that she wasn’t having second thoughts. “Do you mind telling me something?” she asked. Why did I have the feeling that I was stepping into a minefield? “Ask away,” I said. “The other night, after we got off the phone, what was the rest of your night like?” I knew it. This was a veracity test. She. "Amanda? Is that you? It's Bob Crandall. Yeah. Sorry to call so late. Is Patti there?"She was there. Amanda went to fetch her, and Patti must have been asleep, or highly reluctant, or maybe down the block having a beer, because I waited for a long, long time.I could hear a fairly harsh exchange of comments going on between mother and daughter, well away from the phone. I couldn't make out what they were saying, but it sounded as if Amanda was insisting that Patti take my call."Hello?" Patti.". I intend to cooperate with the man who dismissed me in re-opening several of these cases, from David’s to your father’s. Some might still have merit, but the ones which do not, well, we can see about getting them reversed. Even if I didn’t, they probably would be, but I imagine that my participation will help as well. He’s Deputy Commissar William Hepburn, from the Sub-Commissariat for Reorganization of Law Courts, or something like that. I imagine that with my help, he will go much further in.