He’s my friend Larry’s grandfather. He runs a large organization that, well, provides goods and services that people want, but the government does...’t allow them to have.”I could see by the look on his face that Ed still wasn’t getting it. I’d have to spell it out.“Ed, listen. I work for Don Joseph. An Italian. Just like in the movie The Godfather. I don’t know much about his business, except for the very few things I’m involved in. But, that Trans Am? I couldn’t afford it except for the extra. This is Zoe's tribute.The girl in the play (played by my sister Traci, you may remember her) isn't Zoe, and isn't supposed to be. She's a girl like Zoe who's going through something that Zoe had to go through. The character's mother (played by Robbie Tate) isn't you, and isn't supposed to be. But she's a mother in the impossible position of watching her own daughter die a little every day. And finally, the boy (played by Peter Temple, I don't think you ever met him) isn't me.Like I said, this. The layout was similar to the other places he'd visited--receptionist counter right in front of him, waiting area with a couple of sofas, coffee table complete with complementary bowl of mints, and a TV to his right. A chavette with long blonde hair sat on one of the sofas and watched the TV with a bored expression. She wasn't wearing much--a gauzy white dressing gown over plain white underwear. Face okay, body not bad. Obviously rough as fuck and probably with a gob on her to make a sailor. Finally i got the chance one day, i had arrived before her and coincidentally she came over to where i was to reserve that particular table. I greeted her and asked for her name which silly me I didnt catch properly, so i reasked her name another day.After the wedding had completely ended i searched and found the same chick on facebook and sent her a message which just blew her away. We spoke on fb for 2days and then i gave her my cellphone number and said you can contact me anytime. Luckily.