Then I siphoned out the gas if there was a lot left.I did not store my equipment with gas left in it. Unleaded gasoline, even with stabilizer added, i... a conglomeration of stuff that does not age well.Finally, there was Brenda Thomas. She was the girl I had met a few weeks ago, who had fixed my edge trimmer. She did the final look-see, and made adjustments to equipment. She replaced parts, did tune ups... You name it, and she could fix it.I was finally done with the last of my bigger mowers. It. Miller, would you sit down for a minute?" I asked as Sue and I sat down. She sat at the table with us."You know my mind was messed up before I went to Vietnam. Sue can tell you the details later if you want to know. Before I went over there I fell in love with Sue but because of something that happened to me, I felt it best for her if she had nothing else to do with me. My mind was preoccupied with other matters. However, since I have been back. I have gotten my mind straight, with help from. .." She paused to makesure we were making eye contact, "You will call me daily and let me knowwhat is going on with the investigation, with Jacob, with everything.Are we clear?"Janet's tone wasn't bitchy, but it left no doubt who I was expected toanswer to. "I understand Ms. Larson..." Write your cell phone number here for me, Please...", she slid hertablet in front of me.I did as requested. She looked at the number, nodded, Thanked me foragreeing to help, and exited when it was obvious I had. Even a queer woman like myself can appreciate that. The third member of our inner circle was Kenny Saint Marc, a burly, Hershey-colored Haitian brother who also hailed from Atlanta, Georgia. He transferred to Suffolk University’s MBA program after earning his bachelor’s degree from that legendary school, Morehouse College. Kenny is the married member of our little club. His wife Geraldine Jean-Francois doesn’t like hanging out with us. She’s short, chubby, light-skinned and curly-haired. Half.