" Well, yeah, I can see that," Susan said. "I mean, this was going to be a pretty much wasted year anyway. That gains back a little, but if we can't d... anything about it that means I'll have to spend another year at Riverside or something just to get a goddamn piece of paper from Spearfish Lake. Somebody ought to kick that goddamn Gingrich's ass." I agree, somebody should," Mike said. "But I don't think I have to explain to you why it can't be us, at least not over this issue. That doesn't mean. You can always com me when you want to." I can? Well puhlease give me the secret handshake or whatever it is that I have to use or do I have to use a ball peen to attract your attention." Sarcasm does not become you, Sally. You have always been able to com me. Give me your PDA and I'll demonstrate."Sally dutifully handed over her PDA to her boss who entered a code. Immediately, McCock's PDA began beeping, stopping when he closed the case."Aggy" began Sally dangerously "that PDA was locked down. ” “Of course! I would enjoy meeting your family. After all the years we’ve been dealing with each, I have never been properly introduced to your lovely family.” Mr. Nalwali pulled a reluctant woman who seemed to be hiding behind him to his side. “Sir, this is my wife, Maina.” Maina bowed deeply and quickly stepped back behind her husband. The two oldest children, young men, stood ridged as they bowed and shook Mr. Price’s hand. They were introduced as Mantu and Rega. Next, Mr. Nalwali. “The first is blended, the second single malt. They’ll be more like scotch than bourbon.”I tasted the ‘Nikka’ first, given the similarity to my company’s name, and found it to be malty, but have a nicely balanced flavor. It did, indeed, remind me of Scotch, but not starkly. The ‘Yamazaki’, on the other hand, could have passed for a top-shelf Scotch in any bar I’d ever been in. It had a distinctive flavor that said it had at some point been in a sherry cask, and had a ‘finish’ that was like.