Rich menliked good food, and there were sufficient whiteexpatriates with money to burn happy to spend it on abetter meal than they could get back home... For aquarter of the price back home.It was in restaurants that this that the whitecommunity brushed shoulders with the new black elitewho increasingly had financial power as well aspolitical power.Even as he walked into the hotel he could hear theraucous laughter coming from the far side of the hotel.From the ‘public’ bar where poor. Can you understand why that might bother me a little bit?”Riley turned back into an adult, before our very eyes.“Mom, we’ve both loved him for years and years. And he’s loved both of us all those years. He’d die to protect either one of us. Nothing has changed. Not that way. The only thing that’s changed is how that love is expressed. He’s yours. I know that. I know I’m going to go somewhere after I graduate, to college, or to a job or whatever. I know I can’t live here forever. But I also know. "My god you look so tiny next tome."He pulled the shirt closed again and held it tightly closed to feintmodesty. His neck was uncharacteristically cocked back to look up atthe face that formerly was his. Barb smirked a wide smirk and reached ahand on left and right waists and squeezed. With just moderate effortshe had Bill lifted into the air and he was trying to balance himselfusing his arms grabbing at her forearms to keep from falling to oneside. She set him down so he had his butt. I kept the old one until she insisted it broke down too often, which was once. Buy a new Benz? No. Buy a used Benz? No. Buy a used Honda Accord? Yes. That, in and of itself was too large a sacrifice, and was one of the things that made me stop loving her.No, not the car, per se, but the fact that she tried to control my spending, even to the point of preventing me from enjoying one of the things I enjoy most in life. I mean, if she was sacrificing things too, I'd understand. But she must spend.