We have everyone staying back from their place until the all clear is given.”There wasn’t a find. Jacob checked the driveway. No car that matched ...is father’s. Just a few emergency vehicles sitting with lights whirling in their different colors. With a sigh of relief, he asked how long the wait would be. “Not much longer now. They had to dig the line up and once it is changed out, everyone can go home.”“Okay cool.”“Where do you live?”“Right here,” Jacob replied pointing at his house.The female. " I like guys who know what they want, Steve," replied Lois. "As long aswhat they want is not illegal or gross." Steve beamed in response.After the waitress took their order, she turned in such a way that onlyLois could see that she made an "ok" sign with her left hand whilemotioning with her eyes toward Steve. Lois responded with a smile and analmost imperceptible nod of the head. Lois just loved the way women couldmanage to communicate such things without the men knowing about it. Menmight. One of theshouting heads actually used the name 'Joseph Stalin'."I picked up the phone and called Morton Harris, my attorney. I spent allthis money retaining one of the best law firms in the city, it is timethey delivered, "I've been expecting this," Morton said by way ofgreeting, "I'm surprised it took you this long. Where are you?" In my office weathering the storm," I told him.He laughed coldly and in his thick Boston accent he continued, "Youroffice? I suspect that won't be true for much. “I think we need more places for people to live and sleep.”“That is a good suggestion and on my list already. I haven’t brought it up yet because I think we need a working smithy first. If you have ideas how to do that, please share.”He shook his head.“Eventually, I want the first floor to be where people come to eat, socialize and relax. The second floor for where I live, training, and when we have guest, I can meet them there. I like the prison where it is, but it needs to be upgraded and.