The notorious drug dealer went underground, but he was still considered dangerous, especially now that he had nothing to lose. Thus, Raphael Dorval, a...Miami man through and true, found himself in the Great White North. The last place any authentic Haitian-American should ever end up in. He wasn’t enamored of life in the City of Ottawa at first but grew to appreciate the few good things that life in the Canadian capital had to offer. Economically it was far more stable than the average American. He turned back to the pot and put a small bit offood in a bowl. "I'm sure you're hungry." He put the bowl in front of SirRobert. He wasted no time in eating it all."Ah!" he said, putting his feet back up. The old man whistled and the frontdoor swung open. Standing there was the Sir Charleston. Sir Robert stood anddrew his sword."You tricked me old man!" he said moving toward his foe. Charleston had notyet drawn his sword."I knew what you were up to, Sir Robert." Charleston said. "And knew it. He could quickly add a few detail to the rocker with a gouge. Each one was a little different."Hey ya'll voted to take the offer," I couldn't help laughing. "So is Mel helping out any?" She was at first, now they mostly have her walking around in shorts. Something about eye appeal. They act like we ain't appealing enough," the original old man complained."How dare they," I said with a laugh."That's what I said," he replied laughing as well."Could I speak with you Ms. Porter?" The woman I. Call me, Are you there, Where are you at, Are you mad at me, please call me, Greg, I need you, and the last one Well, good night then I shot her a text back and said Hey babe whats up? Sorry, the battery died on my phone last night. Meet me at the café, in 20 minutes for breakfast. Okay was all she sent back. At the cafe she did not seem her normal cheerful self. She mostly played with her food pushing it one side or the other and did not talk that much. I wondered if she knew that.