A Well Lived Life 2 Book 8 NIKAChapter 8 King rsquo s Head Pub
September 15, 1994, London, England “Did she say what she wanted?” I asked. “No, Mr. Adams; she simply asked to be connected to your room. Do you wish to speak to her?” Refusing would be the simplest course of action, but would also be rude in the extreme. And I’d likely have to see her in the morning when I ran and did kata, unless I ran a totally different route through the streets and skipped my karate practice. In the end, I decided it was easier to simply speak to her and see what she...