Dink July 23, 1987 I want to thank Dr. Edwin Baker, my cousin, my friend, my confidant. Your wisdom, your unselfishness, your warmth and caring, as well as your daily tell-it-like-it-is pep talks, will always be remembered. My humble thanks, Juney; you're one of a kind. IESHS FURY Uiiiiiii CHAPTER ONE )))»)») It wasn't your ordinary dime store synthetic satin groundbreaking ribbon. This was real French satin ribbon, specially ordered by Amelia Coleman Assante and trimmed with a half inch of Spanish lace. Yards of the opulent ribbon festooned the sequined pylons that were manned by a pair of handsome guards wearing well-fitted cobalt-blue uniforms. The shears, while not overly large for such a momentous occasion, were solid gold. "Nothing but the best for this opening," Amelia cooed to her husband. "The crowd expects it. Smile, darling. We're going live." Cary Assante looked up at the tiny figure standing on top of Assante Towers. He watched as one of the cameramen signalled to the commentator who waited on top of the building.
