" They made their chicken tracks on my luggage and waved me out. At first I used a trunk with a false bottom. But the ease with which I passed through...customs showed me I didn't need a false-bottomed trunk. I stuffed three quarters of the suitcase with legal tender and covered the money with clothes and underwear. Then I told the 'roadblock' that I had nothing worthwhile fussing over.The problem wasn't getting the money into those countries with the numbered account banks. The problem was. That night at dinner, I started casually. "You know I'm getting straight A's again this semester." My mother said that was good and dad said maybe I'd get that college scholarship. I waited a few minutes, then resumed, "But frankly, I'm exhausted. I could really use a day off." What, just lounge around?" my father asked."Oh, maybe spend the day downtown, hit the flicks – there's a great double feature at the Rialto. I'd like to take some pictures too – you know, city scenes. I mean, I'm tired. Two women and a dapper young man who dripped with lace and had managed to wet himself. Foster made the fop put the traitor’s body in the carriage and then stuff the footman’s corpse atop it. Then he let the man get back in himself, his feet on the bodies. “Tell them what happened,” Foster said to him, and George waved the driver to proceed.The six of us stood in the road and watched it disappear. Captain Foster took the large, older woman by the elbow, led her to his horse, helped her mount,. As we parted at the door, Jim and Diane madeplans for Diane to come visit us for a swim and a walk on the beach. Judywas invited too, of course.Jim watched Diane walk away with a wistful look in his eyes. I thought Isaw the glimmer of a spark of something in that look. At this point I wasnot sure if that look meant boy/girl interest or a semi-lesbianinvolvement. Should be interesting.It had been a big day for both of us. An exciting day. Now with Diane andher Mother coming for visit the next.