This fine morning - sun through swaying palm trees, br the lap of waves heard distantly, br sunlight glinting on their sparkling lap-tops.. br br in cool rooms, breeze moving the curtains br like a seductive dancer, br a thousand hands of hope, br fingers of illusion, br tap out letters of beseechment br to the greater world br br politely, generously, asking for support br to release for a substantial share br the huge but tied-up inheritance br of the late father who so sadly...