My sister, also adopted from a different litter-a fact for which I’m grateful-and I had nothing in common save a certified last name given us by the courts as adoptees. What I do know is that my being denied what B1 saw as a fine gift, one he probably kicked himself for not thinking up, was stupidly being used by the wrong kind of boy, a fact he mentioned to Mac at Santa Anita in February. I am sure that B1 didn’t suggest what happened although the genesis for it was stuck in Mac’s mind. Gay porn B1 had taught me to drink, smoke and play poker. For some oddball reason, he liked us and we liked him. And, to quote Mrs. The tree, fully decorated and delivered by the florist came with a battery of minions who decorated the rooms that might be seen and then, after the media had left us, took it all down. Assuming you’d win, how much? B1 (Bastard one, I was Bastard two) had been looking at some drilling areas some of which were in the camp.
