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Sun, Oct 02 2005 100 Get Back Sunday morning, on Disengof street,
outside the pharmacy.
Standing there with Boaz,
we had just convinced my pharmacist
that a fax from Roney with the prescription
and later physical delivery is OK under the circumstances.

Tally calls in panic.
Having marked her off for having fed Roney with
slanted incriminating information,
it was surprising that she called me just then.
She was supposed to have been furious
and on the enemy side.

"Ariel interrogated me about
who has signature rights at your bank account,
and is now calling friends at the bank to find out,
after I told him nobody does.

I tell Boaz.
"He is cutting your means of supply. A classic war tactic."
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So he is still at war,
I'd better relax out of my self centered concentration,
start thinking about myself instead,
and raise up my fists.

I am busy conversing with Boaz about the Amsterdam
Joker I can pull somehow probably,
when opportunity knocks in the form of
Yael calling from New York.

Boaz has been my phone shield,
mostly from Ariel, since Friday.
He is already in possession of the phone and he picks
up the call.

"Its Yael", he says,
"she would like to talk you, will you accept the call?"

He doesn't have to use nearly as many words to say this.
"Yael" and the rest is body language.
My victorious smile of joy and the hand-it-over-right-away
hand gesture makes him cautiously yank the phone
backwards for a second, reflecting on the implications
of what he already knows the subject content of my
upcoming monolog with Yael will be.
In the end of a long second or two he makes a
OK-I-give-up-no-more-niceties face
and hands over the cell phone.

I start off screaming, not even waiting for the polite
reciprocal hellos to go by:

"Ariel F's only at the Red Light District
in Amsterdam.
When was the last time you F'ed with him?"
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"Forget him for now"

"Ariel F's only at the red lights district in Amsterdam.
When was the last time you F'ed with him?"
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"I want to talk about you, not him, can we do that?"

"OK, Me, I, have a brother who F's only
at the red lights district in Amsterdam.
When was the last time you F'ed with him?"
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She hung up the phone.

Calmly, I turn to Boaz:
"I bet you not 5 minutes will pass before someone
calls and lets me know Ariel is on his way to New York."
He made a you-call-this-a-bet face and smiled.
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It took less then one minute for Ariel to call.

The caring, loving brother,
who flew across the ocean to help,
has other immediate problems at home,
so help is no longer a priority.

(Vikki will report in a few weeks time that Ariel's
next appearance in The Netherlands
is personally greeted by him at the airport,
from where he would drive him down to Heerlen straight away,
without making a stop in Amsterdam.

He went into great length squeezing into the conversation
the minute details of an event as yet to happen) .

Didn't you once belong in some U.S. city?
Have fun in New Amsterdam!

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