"Wait, wait, I can't stand it anymore," Victor interrupted my story."You can't stand, what, anymore," I wanted to know."You know there is no such thin... as hangover pills," he said,exasperated.My supposed claims of hangover pills affronted his personality. Victorwas a realist. He knew that I did not believe that such a thing existed.Although he was fascinated by my life story so far, the claim that a pillwould erase the effects of alcohol was ludicrous. He needed to hear thejustification for. Her mother in the wheelchair looked up for the first time. Her eyes went wide. "I know you. Oh yes, I know you."The shopkeeper turned her attention to her mother. "No, Mama, you're mistaken. You've never met-"Her mother almost bolted out of her chair. She reached for me, and I backed up. "Yes I do, dammit. I know him!"Another man walked over. "Dutchie, calm yourself or you'll have another stroke."The only thing that made any sense was that Dutchie was the older woman in the picture on the. I got that information from friends who also went to Michigan and they also told me that she dated on the nights that I didn't drive over.It came to a head one night when I drove over and got there just in time to see her get in a car with some guy and drive off. I followed them to a restaurant out on Ann Arbor Road, gave them ten minutes to get inside and get situated and then I followed them in. I found them in a booth in the back and they were sitting side by side and not across from each. I put on a green silk shirt and some white slacks.We found a party had moved into the Royal Ocean Terrace Lounge, and we went in. There was a DJ who was playing mostly Dance music, which is what Sammi and I wanted to do. We heard 'Rock and Roll Music' playing and moved directly onto the dance floor.Boy, Sammi was certainly in her element, dancing and grooving to the music. The DJ transitioned into one of my all time favorite songs, 'Love Me Tender.' I grabbed Sammi and brought her in close to.