Allan stood to go back indoors. “May I make a suggestion?” Beth questioned. “Huh” “Put some clothes on!” Allan looked down and realised he...was naked on the patio. He trotted back inside. Evening descended and Allan had recovered sufficiently to handle another club but tonight, he would limit the alcohol. He was still a little fragile and wondered how on earth Beth could still be so perky. Maybe she’d been less heavy on the alcohol herself yesterday. The image of Beth and Jose had played on. It almost seemed alive as he imagined it covering one of her slender, perfectly formed legs and feet.She had more stockings than his mother which surprised him. He quickly concluded that she must really like wearing nylons because of how many she had. When he opened the drawer immediately below the treasure trove, he found boxes and packages of brand new, unopened stockings. This woman had enough nylon stockings to last her a life time.He returned his attention to the top drawer and quickly. Are you sleeping with another man already?And… dad’s best friend?”Linda’s right hand slapped J.J.’s face so hard, it made him stagger, catching his balance on the piano.“So help me, J.J. Chambers, if you ever cuss me again I’ll find the nearest board and knock the shit out of you.I’m your mother and I don’t deserve to be talked to like that.No, I didn’t sleep with Don, but if I DO decide to sleep with him or anybody else, it will be MY business, not yours or anyone else’s.You understand. If that happened, Eastwatch could well become the focus of the entire war. Could enough men and supplies reach it in time to really punish the Dead for daring to attack a castle on the Wall? Would the Night King really be stopped here, at the water’s edge? Would it all come down to a coastal battle, of all things, rather than a typical, inland encounter? That was by no means certain to any of them, but it seemed more plausible by the hour.Well, there were a lot worse places to have a last stand.