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siblings dealing with this stuff – Sue lives right next door, and it’s for THEIR Mom, not mine,
plus, no money is coming in my direction either. What’s the story??

But, as usual, I did the job. The money was coming from Sue’s half brother, not my Boss, but I
still couldn’t completely understand why he hadn’t sent the money to his half-sister instead of
me – don’t these kids talk to each other? Families are weird, true – just look at mine. On second
thoughts, don’t, that’s a whole other epic and don’t nobody got time for that!

I was looking forward to lunch – New England Chowder, only this time I was going to add a
little seasoning. The Chowder was tasty, for sure, but needed something just to add a little
flavour. I had some dried garlic, onion, a few other herbs and spices in a small container, so
sprinkled some into the chowder, mixed in thoroughly and placed it in the microwave for three
minutes. Covered, of course. Once heated, I stirred it, then left it for another minute to do
whatever it does for that minute that the microwave instructions say, then put it back in for
another two minutes. I know, but it works for me, so don’t judge me.

Mm, mm, mmmm so good. With tummy happy, I went back to my novel and carried on the story
about the stuff going on at the UB (I’m NOT telling you ANYTHING about the plot here, so
don’t even ask).

Around 3pm, I took a break. Gilbert is there, as usual, waiting. I feel kinda sorry, so I turn on the
TV and quickly get absorbed into an episode of CSI Miami. Not a programme I’ve watched
much before – I tend to find that main character, Horatio, difficult to handle; he always seems to
want to stand sideways on with head slightly turned when talking to people. I would find that
slightly disturbing, if I were standing in front of him.

Anyways, it was an interesting story involving some fashion models who, originally appeared on
stage as gunmen. However, once they had captured everybody’s attention – in other words the
assembled audience were all terrified and crouching or lying on the floor, messing up their tux’s
and cocktail dresses, the gunmen stripped off their masks and black gear to reveal rather
attractive outfits complete with very expensive stilettos. They then proceeded to prance along the
runway, in which a water-filled trough had been incorporated, splashing said expensive footwear
through the water on the runway. One of them was swinging a pair of handcuffs. She approaches
a steel pole at the end of the runway and slaps the cuffs around them. Suddenly, she starts
shaking as though being electrocuted.

That, of course, is exactly what is happening, and she dies. Enter Horatio et al and the
investigation begins.

Of course, they get their suspect after some twists and turns in the investigation, which included
a chap being arrested who was actually innocent, and eventually all is right in Horatio’s world.
I’ve been to Miami – well, I got as far as the international airport and a nearby restaurant – twice.
It’s an interesting city that I’d like to spend more time in, but not at the invitation of Horatio or
the Miami Dade Police Department.

I guess, talking about fashion models, I should properly introduce Gilbert.