" Gail..." Howard's voice warned, saying he did not believe her statement."Okay, Santos made me mad," Gail admitted. "He's a horse's rear and if I can...prove he's wrong, I'll know I'm not as messed up as I thought."Howard asked, cautiously, not wanting to hurt her. "Is this about your letters, and not wanting to destroy them?" Partly, I mean, I read them again and I didn't like what they said about me. It's like I was holding this big funnel over my head letting anyone and everyone pour trash on. “Anything new?” I asked Napoleon.“Fuck yeah!” he said, very excited. “Thursday night, my oldest daughter’s girlfriend snuck into my bedroom around 10 p.m., and woke me up stroking and sucking my dick. Before I knew it, we were fucking and it was so damn good. At four in the morning, when I was ready to finish, she took my fuck tool in her mouth and ended up swallowing every last drop!”“What did your wife think about that?” I asked him.“She doesn’t fucking know about it,” he answered. “She was. That, he said, would take about two weeks. The approval process would be fast-tracked because the property was local and there had only been one owner, the family being one of the original settlers in the area was well known.That weekend we started the process of cleaning out the first floor; that being the most critical part of the building. We threw out most of the junk, and were able to sell several of the old store fixtures. We kept one of the smaller display cabinets and the old manual. Whatever?After getting a dollar from him, I asked if Selena, the Jackson Heights harpist, would be able to play it. He agreed it would be an easy transition. He noted she had sufficient finger strength to do the job.I asked him to bring it and add the Banjo to his regular repertoire. He was glad to help. The Dueling Banjos instrumental crossed my mind!I texted to Jenn and Katherine, “Do you have a spare necklace for a new member?”Jenn was quicker saying, “I have some. Who is it?”“I can’t tell.