Very few people could talk to me about both my personal and professional life, and one of them were Bernard. Believe it or not, he used to drive me to my private school before I was shipped away. He was older, and I always respected his opinions about everything, even if I hardly ever took his advice. When whatever he gave me advice about blew up in my face, he never said I told you so; even though he could. He was another person who could get whatever he wanted out of me.
