" I'm not going to do that Barry." I turned around, turned off his light, and went back to my room, closing his door as I left. I took off my clothes ...nd got into bed. I was almost asleep, a half hour later, when Walter came bursting into my bedroom, throwing on my light."So, I give her my money Barry, and then what?" I waited until my eyes got adjusted to the light again."And then, on your next payday, you take over some more and give it to her too. After awhile, you ask her again if you can. “Didn’t you have to work today?”“Nope. Today’s my day off. I’m going to work out with Dave in about an hour.”“Cool. I’m going to take a shower and get cleaned up to go shopping with Deb.”“All right, knock your self out. Hey, if you’re going to be late, don’t forget to leave a note for mom!” I yelled to her as she headed for her room.As I watched Barker’s Beauties escort the lucky contestant through his prize package winnings, I imagined my sister stripping off her sweaty clothes… imagining her. People could see it in my digital frame and on line.Since it was November the tenth, I had time to get them back before the Christmas season. I had shows booked right up until the week before Christmas. I didn’t book any for the days I had weddings, even so there were plenty of ‘show and tell’ events.I tried to hit shows with good sized crowds, but they were impossible to predict with any degree of confidence. Sometimes a show even with its big turnout would fizzle. Sometimes a smaller show. There’s an issue the legal attaché needs your help with.”He raised his hands to stop me when I started to speak.“He’ll brief you, Michael, no questions now. I told him we’d have lunch tomorrow, that work for you?”“Sure.”“Legal attaché” was J. Edgar Hoover’s term for FBI agents stationed at U.S. embassies and consulates. Our guy here, José María Garibaldi, was pretty mellow, at least as far as FBI types go, but I’d heard stories about his early career that suggested his mellowness didn’t go very.