In the midst of so much turmoil, Thomas Tregonney and his station were beacons of stability, much as we hope the Church could be seen. We will give th...nks for his life, the service he gave us, and bless this building as a symbol of all he did.’ This, for most was mercifully a short service, not so for Abe Stone who felt it was far too short, but for the others standing there was quite sufficient. The service ended with the Lord’s Prayer, and James gestured to Abby to come inside the porch. She. We hadeven heard it from the end of the street. Someone was serving beer andan oldish man was playing an accordion at the back. It was Americantype dance music. Several couples were actually dancing on a crampedspace in a corner.We ordered some beer, but it was a poor substitute for what Iremembered. We had barely taken our first mouthfuls when a man stood infront of Ulricka and motioned to her. It was so noisy I couldn't hearwhat he said but she immediately handed me her beer and let him. But still I had to warn them somehow.Without thinking, I ran toward the front of the house. Mrs. Barton was in the process of getting out of her car when I reached the driveway."Have you seen Whisky?" I asked her in a much too loud voice, I was almost shouting. Whisky was the name of my cat."No I haven't seen him. But why are you shouting?" I am sorry. It's just that I have been shouting his name for the last five minutes. I just forgot that I didn't have to talk so loud."She was now climbing. “I wasn’t going to tell you that.”I kissed the back of her neck. “What were you going to tell me?”“This is so screwed up,” she said. “I’m so sorry. I don’t know what I was thinking, I don't know how to talk about it.”“It’s okay, really it’s okay. I’ve fixed it, the main man apologised, he’s refunded the whole stay. The whole weekend is free.”“What?”“Like I said, he apologised. You’re my wife, there was a misunderstanding, end of story.”“Can we sleep now? I don’t think I can take any.