LAKE:

SATURDAY, 7:30 pm...

I looked myself over in my floor-to-ceiling glass mirror. My father used to say the size of a man's portrait was directly proportionate to the size of his ego. For me, it was the size of a man's mirror, my mirror. I stood in my cobalt blue three-piece tuxedo. My jet black hair gelled to the back of my head, my beards trimmed and neat. I knew I looked and smelt with a whopping trillion dollars. 

Jojo was to be outside by now. I could only wonder ...