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Galveston.”
     
    “Will he be coming in?”
     
    “Would you like for him to?”
     
    “I’d like to meet him if you don’t mind.”
     
    “Okay.  I think you’ll like him.”
     
    Michael drove up in a fire engine red convertible.  He came to the door, where he was met by Jordy.  “Once again, you really look nice.  The colors really set off your eyes.”
     
    “Thanks.  You look nice yourself.   Come on in, I want you to meet Mom.  You have to stand for parental approval.”
     
    He came into the family room where Marian Carlyle was sitting.  She stood, and Jordy said, “Mom, this is Michael Simms.  Michael, Mom.”
     
    “I taught her better than that.  I’m Marian.  Welcome to our home.  I’m pleased to meet you.”
     
    “I was treated to some of her humor last night when she was putting down my choice of schools.”
     
    “I can understand that.  We’re a family of Aggies.”
     
    “I won’t hold that against you.  I can see where Jordy gets her beauty from.  She looks a lot like you.”
     
    “Well, thank you.”  She turned to Jordy, “You’re right, Jordy; I like him.  You guys be careful.  Jordy, be sure…”
     
    “Yes mother, I have sunblock.  You’d think I was still teenager the way she bosses me around.”
     
    “I can see how much you resent it,” he said.
     
    “She hugged her mother.  Bye, Mom.  Love you.”
     
    “I love you too honey.  Michael, drive carefully, and it has been a pleasure meeting you, even if you did go to the other school.”
     
    He laughed and said, “Goodbye. Marian.  It has been a pleasure.”
     
    As they left, he said, “I like your mother.”
     
    “All of my friends like Mom.  She’s a real hoot.”
     
    “Is that some sort of Aggie expression?”
     
    “Yeah, would you like me to explain it?”  She took his hand as they walked to the car.  She looked up and flashed a mind blowing smile that would have melted a weaker person, squeezed his hand and said, “No more Aggie jokes today.”
     
    “Have you ever been to Rudy & Paco’s?”
     
    “No, I haven’t.  What’s it like?”
     
    “Like most restaurants in Galveston, their specialty is seafood, but they have all types, South American style.  It’s one of the top restaurants in the country.”
     
    “Sounds great.  Michael, are you a native of this area?”
     
    “Born and raised, and you?”
     
    “Fourth generation Texan,” she said.
     
    “I guess I should have known.”
     
    “My ancestors came out here in a wagon.  My grandfather’s house was originally a homestead.”
     
    “Tell me about your project,” he said.
     
    “I’m going to build a sub-division across the highway from Pecan Grove.  I am anticipating about 1000 homes, 400k and up.  I was working on the proposal when you called.”
     
    “Can I help you in any way?”
     
    “Thanks, but wouldn’t that be a conflict of interest?”
     
    “I don’t know, maybe.  I could run it by legal.”
     
    “Don’t do that.  I’m trying to prove something.”
     
    “To whom?  Yourself or your ex?”
     
    “Both I guess.  Haven’t you wanted to show old what’s her name that you don’t need New York City?”
 
    Surprisingly, no.  I think it may be one of the luckiest things that happened to me.  I never even considered New York.  Besides, if she didn’t want me in my hometown, then she didn’t want me.  I think she believed, maybe still believes I’ll come running if she crooks her little finger.”
     
    “Would you?”
     
    “Not in a million years.  If your project doesn’t materialize, would you go back to Dallas even if Hank was not in the picture?”
     
    “No, I’m home.  I started going to job sites when I was about six or seven.  I always wanted to work with my Dad.  I'm living that dream now.
     
    “Is your family in banking,” she asked?
     
    “No, oil is the family business.  I think I broke Dad’s heart when I didn’t follow it.  I’m an