Gunplay: Beauty Redeemed

By William David

Neurosurgeon Arthur Anderson helps cognitively disabled people live normally. Ever the humanitarian, he makes available at cost his revolutionary Server One device. A man with a cold heart sees lots of profit to be made and attempts a hostile takeover of the good doctors business. Nasty internet talk about Doc Anderson and his veiled wife Sue, forces a confession about his friendship with reclusive Betti. Anderson may have to shoot his way out of this problem to redeem the beautiful people in his life.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Xlibris US
• Release date: Mar 6, 2012
• ISBN: 9781469173054

William David

The author is a character from which the novel character Betti came. The author is a lover of the written word, a believer in the power of words to express beauty and a romantic at heart. Betti’s garden exists in Phoenix, Arizona, where the author lives.

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CHAPTER ONE

Introduction

The story of Gunplay: Beauty Redeemed begins sometime after the year 2010. In the year 2010, two things happened. First, Dr. Anderson invented a way to provide normal intellectual functioning to individuals born with an intellectual disability. Intellectual disability is the new term for the old name of retarded. Over the years, retarded grew less and less a medical term and more a derogatory label. The renaming of the medical term to intellectual disability was a step in the right direction. Even more of an improvement was Dr. Anderson’s implant device patented under the name of Server One. The implant brought about tremendous opportunity for the intellectually disabled. It was also an opportunity to make a lot of money by selling only to those who could and would pay a premium price for the Server One.

The second thing that happened in the year 2010 occurred in the state legislature. A bill authorizing all law-abiding citizens the right to carry a concealed weapon without a permit or any firearms training was written and approved. The bill was then sent to the governor of Arizona. The governor immediately signed the bill into law. She had no hesitation in doing so. The law-abiding citizens already had the right to carry a firearm in public without a permit. Few citizens did so. Mainly those coming from a firing range or hunting or a business person with a lot of cash or valuables on their person would be the ones seen from time to time with a gun tucked into a holster clipped to a trouser belt. Of course, in the stores that sold firearms, the staff were always armed. This new law took carrying a firearm to a new level.

At first, there was little reaction to this new freedom. Then over time, it became fashionable to be seen wearing a pistol or a revolver. That was the new level. Over more time, a few local shops began marketing fashion statement holsters. The time-honored, utilitarian leather or nylon holsters, dyed black or brown, gave way to colors and ornamentation. Unexpectedly, it was men that began this new fashion statement. These were men wanting to display their wealth, or men wanting to make sure people saw their gun. The price of pistols and revolvers began to go up.

In response to the higher prices, and seeing a new opportunity to make money, a few local shops began marketing faux pistols and revolvers. The faux handguns looked just like the real thing so the fashion statement could be made at a much cheaper price. In the cars, on the streets, and in buildings of all sorts people were seen wearing pistols and revolvers. Just by looking, no one could tell the difference between a real bullet-firing gun and a fake, just-for-looks non-firing image gun.

A few men, the ones that call themselves real men took to challenging others to a display of guns. It was a sort of my diamond is real and yours is fake or my penis is bigger than your penis attitude that led to such challenges which resulted in a display of guns. In Arizona, it was still illegal to point a gun at someone just because. Yet some persons did not really get that. Once in a while, one man would challenge another to a draw in the street. Whoever was faster at drawing their gun would win the contest. It was these fast-draw challenges that became extremely dangerous for a person armed with a fake, non-firing image gun.

Currently, the great recession of the year 2008 is still affecting Arizona. Jobs are still in short supply leaving many people out of work. For recreation, people watch television, listen to the radio, and spend hours on the Internet. The Internet contains news, gossip, people blogging about themselves, and people blogging about other people and the netters. These are the anonymous individuals that write positive and negative comments about people. The netters are anonymous due to the impersonal electronic screen that displays instantaneously what the netters write. There is no mechanism for filtering out the truth. Such a filter would be impossible to implement on the Internet. It is also seen as censorship by nearly everyone. This means that individuals may write what they will, read what they wish, and judge as they decide. Opportunities to lie, defame, slander, and gossip are abundant and limitations non-existent.

This is the background of the story about Arthur Alan Anderson. He is the neurosurgeon that owns the patent on the Server One. He also owns guns; real guns that fire real bullets. He lives in the twenty-first century, where gossiping on the net is a daily, even hourly, pastime for those who have nothing better to do. Net gossiping is legal, just as carrying a firearm is legal. Yet net gossiping is far worse. Fake guns can be spotted and the identified owners disarmed. But fake gossip stays posted indefinitely, and the owners/authors of fake gossip may never be identified and disarmed. Guns and net gossip are just two nuisances to contend with while living in the complicated world of twenty-first century Phoenix, Arizona, where the suns shine equally on everyone. Not so equally, air conditioners blow cold air on those that can afford them. Arizona is a great place to live as long as your air conditioner works.

On this air-conditioned evening in Phoenix, Dr. Arthur Alan Anderson is at home and busy reading medical assessments on several individuals referred to him as possible candidates for the Server One. Dr. Anderson owns the patents and the copyrights on the Server One and all of the documents about it. Arthur sits at the dining room table, where he can spread out the medical documents with ease. For such a thorough review, he prefers paper documents and not electronic ones. He finds it easy to compare lots of paper pages spread out on the table. He finds it difficult to toggle back and forth between electronic page displays of information. Computers are great for storing documents and for searching for information, but when it comes to making decisions on individuals that may be a good candidate for the Server One, Arthur likes to read paper documents. He has already read a letter from Oscar Smith suggesting a business proposal. Mr. Smith offers to assist Arthur by removing him as the manager of the Server One business and appointing Mr. Smith as the company president and CEO. This is to free Arthur from the cumbersome duties involved with the company’s finances and give him time to concentrate on performing surgeries.

Sharing his air-conditioned home is Arthur’s wife, Sue Anderson. Sue is seated at the kitchen table. She is primping a veiled hat to ensure that the veil drapes correctly. She will add starch to the veil so it will hold the correct position that she wants. Sue likes her wardrobe to look fresh and cared for. She enjoys putting effort into looking polished.

Allegra likes her wardrobe also. As she is a registered nurse, her white nursing uniform is always well pressed. Allegra is one of the few nurses that presses her uniforms at home. Allegra is also one of the very few nurses in Phoenix that still wears a hat with a red cross on it. As she is single, Allegra lives alone in an air-conditioned home a few miles away from Arthur and Sue. Her home is small, but the air-conditioning works well.

Doug is busy sweeping up thousands of spent brass shells in his air-conditioned in-door shooting range. Doug sweeps up the brass shells for two reasons. The first one is to keep his twenty shooting lanes clean and hazard free. The other reason is to collect the brass so that he can sell it to the scrap metal dealer. The money he gets from the brass helps to pay for the shooting range’s air-conditioning.

Money is on the mind of John Stennis. He is a part owner of Adobe Financing. He is at the business’s office right now going over the business accounts. He keeps the air-conditioning set at a barely tolerable temperature to conserve costs. John knows that his business has little cash reserve, so he keeps his accounts current at the end of each business day.

Carl Stone thinks about business constantly. Specifically, Carl looks for ways to impress his boss, Oscar Smith. Carl worries that his boss might replace him with someone more effective. Even in the comfort of his air-conditioned home, Carl anxiously sweats with worry that one day, he will lose his job.

Oscar Smith believes that his job is to make money. The more money he makes, the better his business is doing. The more anxious his employees are about their job, the better they work. He also believes that an effective way to make money is to be a partner with someone who has a business and just needs to manage it better. In Mr. Smith’s mind, charging more money for a product is a better way to manage. His current target for a takeover is Dr. Anderson’s Server One. Mr. Smith is at his home—a suite of rooms on the third floor of his office building—keying away on his computer keyboard, enjoying his huge suite and its huge air-conditioning bill.

Sam Stork is also keying away at the computer. He is searching net sites for information on the subjects that he is investigating. Once he has set the search parameters on his computers, he will leave the office and let the air-conditioning take the heat that the computer generates.

Pastor Timothy Ohms leads a frugal life. His life, like his wardrobe, is basically black and white. Since moving to Phoenix, he has conditioned himself to live in the desert. The desert is much hotter than his native Alaska, so he has to make accommodations to the weather. One is using air-conditioning. Each time that the church accountant reminds him of the cost for air-conditioning, Pastor Ohms grimaces, then says that it is part of the cost of bringing salvation to Phoenix. To him, his prayers are most effectively said in a cool room.

Marsha Dowell prays that Arthur Anderson can bring salvation to her by inserting the Server One into the head of her son, Clark. She loves her son, but dealing with his intellectual disability for twenty-two years has pushed her to the brink. Sharing her house and air-conditioning for now is her husband, George.

George Dowell worries about paying the bills. While the air-conditioning cools the house for him, his wife Marsha and their son Clark, the sound of the unit keeping the three of them cool, reminds him of the money it costs. He is tired of living paycheck to paycheck. He also worries about Clark, and how he will survive when George and Marsha have passed on.

Clark Dowell is comfortable in the air-conditioned home of his parents. He does not understand what air-conditioning is. He just knows that he must keep the doors and windows closed because his father, George, has told him to do so. Clark spends most of his time in his room playing with toys rated for children age three and under.

Consuela sits outside. She has turned off the air conditioner to save some money. Her magazine, Phoenix Now, is just starting up. The magazine has just a few readers with paid subscriptions. Consuela needs a big story to generate interest in her new magazine. The magazine sells advertising space but few businesses are interested. The advertising that Consuela has sold covers costs but little else. For now, Consuela lives off her savings. This evening, she has chosen to sweat instead of starve. As the Arizona sun is setting, the house will soon cool off. After all, it is December, and the city cools at the end of the day when the sun stops shining on it.

Betti is at home, standing in the backyard and imagining how new a garden will fit into the property. Betti envisions block walls that enclose a garden, where all sorts of shrubs and bushes and flowers can grow and spread all sorts of delightful colors and fragrances. Betti envisions a garden where air-conditioning is natural and not mechanical. Betti wants a quiet garden, where souls can soar, spirits can grow, and ideas can blossom while living in the midst of a big and unfriendly city.

Blogosfere.net is the most pampered of all. The climate-controlled building that it sits in maintains a steady sixty-five degree temperature year-round. Attendants constantly check it for performance. This soulless computer inhabiting entity thrives without regard for anything or anyone.

CHAPTER 1.1

Net Comments

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SB says: Hey any 1 in Phoenix, can you find out the name of the woman seen wearing a hat with a veil? She is a middle-aged dark haired woman with a nice body. I saw her the other day at the supermarket wearing a cute hat that has a veil over her face. Is this a new fashion trend?

Realmccoy says: I’ve seen a Doctor Anderson walking around with a Hi-pauer strapped to his hip. I bet it is one of those fake decorator guns.

Snipeshooter says: About that Art Anderson: He is good at the range, but I’ve never heard of him hunting. Maybe moving targets are too difficult for him. Hey Art, how about it? Tell us the scoop.

Kurtiz says: I saw a man at the range—someone called him doc. He had a Hi-pauer also. He was buying some ammo at the counter when I saw him.

Snipeshooter says: Right or left handed holster? Straight draw or crossdraw?

Realmccoy says: Right hand straight draw holster, trouser belt mounted. Plain brown holster. The pistol has brown grips that look like genuine wood.

Koltlover says: The Doctor Anderson that I’ve seen at the range is left handed. It’s true that he shoots revolvers and automatics. I’ve seen him myself.

Snipeshooter says: Hey Koltlover, if you see him ask him to get on Guntalk and tell us the scoop. I’m curious about the guy.

Sam says: Private Investigator for hire. Need help finding a relative? Need help tracking down a lost love? Need help uncovering information, period? I’ll help you find whatever you are looking for. I am bonded, licensed and registered in the State of Arizona. Call Sam Stork at 602 555-1212. Call me because the Stork delivers! SSpi*dinkydink.txt.

Terrimerri says: The woman with the veil—I saw her too. She was with Dr. Art Anderson the other night at a restaurant. Hey Rumorsconfirmed, who is she?

Barnaclenose says: Maybe her bf and/or hubby hits her?

Rumorsconfirmed reports: We are working on finding out about that mystery woman. Jen*Rumorsconfirmed.

Barnaclenose says: Aren’t nothing wrong with smacking your girl once in a while. Women need it sometimes.

Blogosfere.net says: Report spouse abuse! No one needs a smack or a punch. Barnaclenose has been blocked.

Medical News.txt reports: There are rumors of a new medical procedure designed to help individuals that suffer with Intellectual Disability. Dr. Arthur A. Anderson, a neurosurgeon in Phoenix, Arizona, has performed three of these very successful procedures. The procedure has to do with implanting an electronic device known as the Server One. The patients apparently experience a tremendous improvement in Intellectual functioning within days of the procedure. Medical News will be posting more on this procedure as more is learned. Chelsea, reporter, Medical News.

Guntalk.txt reports: Art Anderson is more a firearms collector than a shooter. At different times I have seen him at the range with revolvers and pistols of large and small calibers. I think his favorite is a Brauning Hi-pauer. For a guy that does not shoot often he is quite a marksman. I’ve seen his wasted targets—there are more holes in the center ring than anywhere else. Doug*Guntalk

Koltlover says: The Doctor Anderson that I’ve seen at the range is left handed. It’s true that he shoots revolvers and automatics. I’ve seen him myself.

Snipeshooter says: Hey Koltlover, if you see him ask him to get on Guntalk and tell us the scoop. I’m curious about the guy.

Humblepie says: Anderson is a poor excuse for a Deacon. He hasn’t any prayers memorized—you can tell by watching him read them from a book on the altar. Also, I only see him at church when it’s his time to set the ‘table.’

Peterspence says: Deacon Anderson is really Conman Anderson. He spews forth disinformation for the church—goading people into attending so the collection basket can gather more money.

CWCC says: Change your ways today. Make it a point to attend The Current Word Christian Church where you donate money on the way out of the service. If you like what you hear, donate to us. If you don’t then don’t donate. Comment cards are available. Online comments are found at CWCC/[e-mail]. Cwcc

Mary says: Deacon Anderson is a great guy. Besides his own church, he also donates to my church regularly. He gives lots of money to it. I know because I count the money and put it in the bank.

Phoenix Now Magazine reports on the lives of men and women that dwell in Phoenix, Arizona. Famous, infamous and just plain folks—those are the people we write about. Subscibe today! Contact Consuela*Phoenix.Now.dinkydink.txt

Francis3 says: Yeah well at leest you can talk to Deacon Anderson. I’ve tried to see the pastor for months. He don’t return my calls. I wanted my alligator blessed but he won’t do it.

Doug says: Hey, I’ve seen that Deacon Anderson guy at the shooting range (Indian School Road Shooting Range, 1999 W. Indian School Road, 602 555-3231). I don’t know about his church business but I’ve seen him shoot bulls eyes consistently. He packs a 9 mm pistol too so I wouldn’t want to piss him off. He might react by making me ‘holey’. Hahaha. Seriously come by Indian School Road Shooting Range and see for yourself. First time range users get a discount! Doug*ShootingRange

Humblepie says: Who the hell owns an alligator in Phoenix?

Mary says: I hear that he is married. And that his wife is a cutie!

Humblepie says: Who, the alligator man?

Mary says: No, Deacon Anderson.

Cryingdesertvoice says: Married, single, gunslinger or archer—he will burn in hell for his evil ways. The Devil dodges bullets and arrows all day long!

Menolie says: There is a lot of bad info out there on the nets. Take Deacon Anderson, for example. Yes, he owns and carries a gun but that is legal. Two thirds of Phoenicians carry guns these days. He is married and he is a medical doctor. I’ve known him for years. He has always been a stand-up guy. Quite accomplished too. People—don’t believe everything you see on the nets. Too many people text trash just because they can.

Churchreporter says: A Deacon he will not be for long. He has an appointment to see the pastor. Too many complaints about this gun toting quack of a doctor pretending to be a real Christian. Stay tuned for further news on this imposter.

BB says: Did you hear the news about Mary Magdalene? She is a saint. She was called the Apostle to the Apostles. Later, by inference, she was known as the adulterous woman. In 1969 her good reputation was restored after many centuries of misunderstanding. Don’t take my word for it, do your own research. I think you will find her story amazing!

CHAPTER 1.2

Betti’s Blog

Betti’s Blog*PeacefulWorld.net

In Phoenix my life-cycle is different from other places where I lived. Here, December starts the calendar.

December’s cool, short days are the time for me to design my new garden where many colors will grow.

January is the time to lay the concrete patio and walk for use by me alone, and by me and my guest.

By February I’ll know which of many colorful flowers and shrubs and bushes to gather up and plant.

March will be when I set the plants into the mixture of dirt and potting soil.

In April my garden of many colors and shapes and fragrances will begin to bloom in natural glory.

May brings mildly warm days and pleasantly cool evenings for me to live day and night in my garden.

June weather is warm but bearable. Evenings in the garden will be best.

July brings heat. Sadly I will have to retreat from my glorious garden into my air conditioned home. Then only short visits to water and weed will I make to my lovely and colorful garden. The days will be long and then longer until finally: Late October’s cool days spring me out of my cabin fever and my spirit soars once again. November will be plentiful with my giving thanks for the past year. Then I will give hopeful praise for the bright future that December in Phoenix brings.

CHAPTER TWO

Meeting with the Pastor

Arthur Anderson sits quietly on a lightly padded armchair located in the reception area of the church office. He casually looks around at the room taking note of the decorations. Hung on the wall are a few inexpensive prints of famous religious paintings found in museums. There are fading photos of the pastors that have previously been in charge of this church. A slightly larger photo of the current pastor hangs on the wall over the head of the receptionist. Then there is the sign in front of the receptionist’s desk in red letters that reads, No guns, knives or weapons of any kind allowed in this building or anywhere on church property. Arthur Anderson reads the sign, smiles, and has this thought, "Knowledge can be a weapon. I guess that is why the pastor is so ignorant."

The pastor will see you now, Mrs. Jones says to Arthur Anderson.

Arthur responds by rising from the simple chair and saying a polite thanks. He walks to the dark walnut-stained door, opens it, and steps into the pastor’s office. Arthur had been to this office a few times before, so he is familiar with the layout; his familiarity with the office and the pastor dispels any awe that strangers may have with the pastor and his office. To Arthur Anderson, the office is just another room in which private conversations take place. To Arthur, the pastor is just another man whose private conversations somehow make it into the very public news.

Just after Arthur closes the office door and turns toward the pastor’s desk, he hears the familiar sound of the pastor’s voice, Good morning, Deacon Anderson. It is so good to see you. How was the drive over?

Arthur walks the few feet from the door to the pastor’s desk. As he walks, he sees the pastor smile weakly and extends a hand for the customary handshake. As is the custom, Arthur extends his own hand and the two men shake hands. Arthur replies to the pastor in the nearly automatically expected words of, I’m fine, thanks. The drive was fine, thanks.

The pastor begins the conversation, Please sit down, Deacon Anderson. Thanks for seeing me this morning on such short notice. The matter before us is quite sensitive. It seems that quite a number of young parish members are questioning their feelings on being members of our parish. They have stopped attending church regularly and are visiting other churches, not of our denomination, to sample other religions. I became aware of this from reading articles in the newspaper, comments from our parish council, and through phone calls from the parents. Now it seems that these young people that are questioning their faith are all patients or former patients of yours. It seems that there is quite a link between their loss of faith and your medical treatment of them.

The pastor pauses in his speaking. Arthur sees this pause as an opportunity to speak. He starts to speak but is cut short when the pastor resumes his monologue, This is the issue before us today. A deacon in our church—you, has close connections with parishioners that are not solidly sold on our faith. This is reflecting poorly upon our church and is greatly upsetting to the parishioners. The pastor pauses again but then continues, In response to the many phone calls I have gotten as well as the many news articles recently written about you, I have to take some action. Therefore, I am now asking you to refrain from performing anymore duties as a church Deacon. It is my hope that this matter can be resolved quickly and that the end result will be your restoration as a full serving Deacon as well as a member of our church in good standing. Do I have your cooperation in this matter?

Arthur Anderson sits stunned by what he just heard. He had been expecting a pleasant conversation about his work with a local charity along with a few compliments about his positive impact on the parishioners of the church. So he sits across from the pastor in silence, processing in his mind what he has heard the pastor just say. After a long pause, he breaks the silence by saying, I don’t understand. Can you be more specific in what is wrong?

Pastor Ohms is delighted that his comments have caught Deacon Arthur Anderson off guard. That has given him the advantage in the conversation. He knows that Arthur has a sharp mind, and once that mind focuses on the matter at hand, the conversation will become unmanageable for the pastor. The pastor is marginally adequate in his ability to verbally spar with others. He knows this about himself, so over the years, he developed certain conversational techniques to help manage the conversations he holds with others. One of these techniques is to keep sensitive meetings short and to schedule another appointment that he simply has to keep. Thus, the other party to the conversation can be shown to the door, not because the pastor is not interested in listening but that another person urgently needs to see the pastor.

Pastor Ohms replies to the Deacon with, I don’t have the exact numbers in front of me. They are being reviewed now by another party. But enough young people are involved that the amount is concerning. Oh, and there is one more thing, it seems that you carry a handgun, something called a Brauning Hi-pauer. You know, my policy is that no one while serving the church should be seen carrying a firearm, concealed or in the open.

Pastor Ohms can see in Anderson’s face that the man is growing angry and his focus is clearly now on the matters at hand. He looks at the clock. It is now 11:00 a.m. His secretary should be buzzing him any moment now announcing that his next appointment has arrived. He needs to say something to stall the conversation and keep Deacon Anderson off guard. So the pastor begins once more, Deacon Anderson, I appreciate your loyalty and commitment to the church. You are a well-educated man and you know that sometimes these things happen. I know I can count on your cooperation. Tell me, how are the wife and kids doing these days?

Right on cue, the intercom opens and the secretary speaks loudly enough that anyone in the Bishop’s office can hear, Pastor Ohms, Mrs. James is here to see you.

Pastor Ohms pushes the reply button on the intercom and speaks, I will be right out, thanks. Then he looks at Deacon Anderson and tells him, Deacon Anderson, I have to see Mrs. James now. She is on a tight schedule today, so I cannot keep her waiting. Thanks again for seeing me on such short notice, and thanks for agreeing to refrain from your official duties as a Deacon. We will talk more about these matters in the near future.

Pastor Ohms rises from his chair and walks past his desk. He is a tall man, so he likes to use that to his advantage by towering over others. He has learned to use his height as a way to quietly intimidate others. Deacon Anderson is of average height, so he has to look up at the pastor. Pastor Ohms walks to the door and opens it for Anderson, not as a sign of respect but as a way to hasten Anderson’s leaving, and as a way to keep comments from Anderson to a minimum. Now with the door open, so that others can see and hear, the pastor turns on the limited charm that he has. He holds out his hand to Deacon Anderson and says, Thanks, Deacon Anderson, and have a great day. He also smiles the practiced smile that is his alone.

Deacon Anderson shakes the pastor’s hand. He walks out of the pastor’s office, out of the secretary’s area, and into the pleasant sunlit day that Phoenix is known for. Anderson gets into his truck. He seems to be in a daze with nowhere to go, so he sits there with the truck idling and the air-conditioning blowing cool air in his face. As he cools off mentally and physically with the help of the truck’s air conditioner, he grabs his holstered semi-automatic pistol from the glove box and clips it back on his pants. As a habit, he pulls the pistol from its plain brown leather holster and makes sure that the chamber is empty and the magazine loaded. Satisfied the gun is safe to handle, but with the pistol still in his right hand, he looks at the buildings that comprise the church campus. The stark white buildings topped with red clay tile roofs look calm and serene. The church campus has a design like the old missions found in the southwest. The tall palm trees that line the sides of the property lend a certain regal look to the overall impression. As Anderson quietly admires the architecture, his phone rings. To answer his phone, he holsters the pistol and then pulls out his ringing phone. He puts the phone to his right ear and hears his wife speak. Hi, Art. How is the pastor this morning?

How did you know I was finished, Anderson replies. Simple, my dear, she says, the locator in your truck popped up a message on my computer screen showing you in your truck, alone. So, how did the meeting go?

Anderson responds into his phone, Frankly, I’m not sure what to say to you. The pastor did his usual ‘let’s talk, oops, gotta go’ routine. I was in his office just long enough to be asked to stop serving as a deacon. Temporarily, until something gets sorted out. Then he showed me out the door.

Anderson’s wife, Sue, responds with, That is odd. I was not aware of any issues concerning you or your service to his ass-holiness. Tell me more. This sounds intriguing to me.

No, not over the phone, Anderson says, "too many people may be listening. It is very easy to eavesdrop these days, especially with these Easy Phones. There are so many signal snoops out to pick up some dirt on people they don’t even know. I need to head to the office. I have a consult with a family today. I tell you what, I will swing by home first and tell you all about my meeting. Maybe