" It would be a pleasure, believe me." I replied.I watched the waiter take drinks to the table where my mother was sitting, but the waiter put two sim...lar glasses on the table and my mother passed one to Ms. Druir. Ms. Druir was our neighbour, she was in her early sixties and had recently retired; she had been a Domestic Science teacher at the local college. Nearly, all students who had attended her class had come under her sharp tongue, she was the ideal friend for my mother, both sour faced.. Woh bohut kam umar ki ladki thi gareeb ghar ki. Mom mujhe phone karke bohut rone lagi. Mujhe bohut bura laga aur maine papa ke sath sab rishta tod diya. Exams khatam karke main apne ghar nahi gaya aur mama ke ghar chala gaya.Aise hi do mahina gujar gaya aur mom bhi dheere dheere normal hone lagi. Mom ne do mahino ke chutti li hui thi bank se. Aur abhi chutti bhi khatam hone wali thi. Bank yaha se bohut dur tha toh socha ki bank ke paas rent pe koi room le le. Lekin mom ko akeli rahna padega.. "Uhhhh-huh!" she said at last. "Okay, okay...!" Beth snapped as she switched off the screen. "Hey!" complained Pen. "What did you get me up for if not to see this?" she teased. "We found this playing over and over in SAL's memory buffer. 'She' was monitoring my dream alpha-waves while I was in stasis and recorded these images from inside my dreams!" Beth offered as an explanation."Then this never..." Pen began."No!" protested the First Officer. "Well it did in her mind, just not mine!" sniffed. "Well this new cruiser kind of reminds me of a stage coach," I said. "And you are kind of guarding the payroll." So where are we headed?" Blevins asked."To Tryon to make a deposit in my bank," I replied. He just shook his head in amazement that I would ask him to ride along.Exactly twenty minutes later we pulled into the parking lot, of the downtown branch, of the Bank of North America. I opened the rear door of the Woody, then I removed the large black nylon backpack.Blevins followed me.