Having been with youngsters all week some adult company was welcome. Once the drinks were on our table thanks to my generosity, the three sat looking...expectantly at me. I looked back. ‘What?’ I asked. ‘You really don’t remember us?’ said Brunette. ‘No,’ I replied, ‘You may have noticed I’ve had some trouble with my head. Memories tend to be stored in here.’ I tapped my head. They didn’t know whether to grin or look solemn. I grinned, it gave them permission. ‘Sorry, but I have to keep telling. ” Walking back to the kitchen.Returning to my car Vicky said. “very impressive getting highly respected from the community.”“Just trying to help,” I saidI drove her to Wood Green station, as she wanted to get the Picadilly line to central London. Before she got out of the car, we made plans to meet up on Sunday evening for a meal.The gym was very busy when I got there, Mario was showing some youngsters how to use the speed bag, while Mr Brown was with two other youths who were sparring in the. ” The woman added. “My husband sent you.” I said calmly, ‘Tia’s techniques working perfectly to circumvent my fear. “No, he did not. But he will reward me handsomely when we do meet. I am Mad Malarielle, and I have never failed to bring in a bounty.” She reached down and gently caressed Valsivale’s cheek. “But this one was very dangerous, and I couldn’t risk trying to take you all on. Now that she knows her place,” and with this she reached across Valsivale’s torso and fondled a breast. Mom was standing at the door beaming with delight and with her old infectious smile, her eyes wet with happiness. But, there was something else, my mother appeared to be completely changed. She was thinner, much thinner since I last saw her and she looked much younger and prettier.“Oh, honey.” Mom hugged me and kissed my forehead. “Can’t say how happy I am today. You made my day.”“Mom!” I couldn’t hide my surprise. “You look so thin, so young, I can’t believe it.”“That’s the little surprise I.