She was a tall dame with piercing eyes, red lips and legs that made you think about things you shouldn't. She waltzed into my office, sat down in the chair and gave me a dubious look. "Are you Lilo Galente, private detective?", she asked? "That's the name on the door, sister", I promptly replied
Dude, you really gotta get off those '40s dime-store novels .
That is possible...
"When the snows fall and the white winds blow, the lone wolf dies but the pack survives." Winter is Coming Now this is the Law of the Jungle—as old and as true as the sky; And the wolf that shall keep it may prosper, but the wolf that shall break it must die. As the creeper that girdles the tree-trunk, the Law runneth forward and back; For the strength of the Pack is the Wolf, and the strength of the Wolf is the Pack.
