But I also knew he was not allowed to smoke backstage or this area because of the obvious danger of fire, so I said a bit snippy to him, "Do you mind,...Garrett?" Not at all," his tone overly innocent as if he didn't know what I meant. "Do you?" As a matter of fact, I do," was my reply. I was not going to play into his game. Despite what he thought, I represented the clients behind the fundraiser, so in a sense, I was his boss and wanted to been seen as so and to be honest, I didn't mind being. He walked to the large front door and rang the bell. His mother-in-law answered and let him inside. She closed the door and motioned him into the living room, asking if he wanted a drink, which he declined as he felt his nerves starting in. Madge Greystone had always been a bit ‘cool’ to Tim. She always called him ‘Timothy’ which he didn’t really care for, it always seemed to reinf***ed the strictness she seemed to exude. But this evening she seemed a bit more severe. Madge didn’t waste anytime. The house was in terrible shape. The curtains were just as my wife had left them. I swept when I started tripping over things. The windows had their winter grime on them. The kitchen stove was a mess, but I did keep the counters clean. The dining room table was cleared off for I worked on that. About the only things that I kept anywhere near clean were the toilet bowl and the tub/shower enclosure. The second bath, I suppose I should clean that too as that is the one Sis would be using. At least. Raids on Port Moresby were absorbing veteran pilots ... more every day.The Filipinos are resisting their Imperial masters ... the Philippine Islands need more troops.American, Englander, Dutch, Australian plantation managers have formed a group of Coast Watchers who report ship movements ... seek them out, eliminate the leak ... We need more troops!The new troops were high school students ... old men; fathers, grandfathers, men who had had their factories obliterated by the bombing. Ill trained.