Go get Margaret. I want to use her memories to find what happened before this one was planted in his."Dad knows his stuff. It took him less than two m...nutes to find the nearest memory of something they had both experienced shortly before the time in question. And then all he had to do was follow the trail until... "Hmm, whoever it was didn't really know what they were doing. Right before the planted memory was supposed to take place, the pointers are skewed. But I think... That's it. The real. “How many of those wings have you eaten, Paris? I think a salad would have been a better choice, don’t you? I mean, the wedding is only a few weeks away and I thought we’d already discussed you losing a few kilos.” Jason gazed pointedly at the full rounded curve of Paris' bottom perched upon the bar stool. “We don’t want to have to sit you at the back for the photos, do we?” Tom’s gaze drifted to the swell of hip encased in firm fitting, blue denim; looked fucking sensational as far as he was. Conversation, to put it gently, would make a story all by itself. There developed, during the hour that they bombarded him with questions, the full range of emotions that women are capable of. There was anger, and disappointment, and curiosity. Remembered incidents were discussed, sometimes as if he weren't even there any more. Donna's participation with Bobby at Prudence's house came out in the process and, red faced, she defended her actions by pointing out the actions of the rest.The women. One day, I heard she was telling my wife that she could not purchase books for her elder son for want of money. I called her to a lonely corner and gave her Rs 500 to purchase books. She was very happy and thanked me.After a few days, I observed her weeping, as she had to sell her golden earrings, because she urgently needed Rs 1000. I again obliged her and mildly slapped on her back and said, “Champa, do not worry. Please tell me whenever you need money. I shall help you.” This increased her.