The next I knew, all three took him back upstairs, with the dog following, leaving their husbands in the foyer.“Welcome, guys. Come on in and let’... get a drink. I forgot just how much trouble kids can be,” I said.“You really adopted that little boy?” John Boehner. “This wasn’t some sort of publicity thing?”“It’s real. Considering my family history, John, you should know I wouldn’t do something like this lightly.”“Yeah, sorry about that. Anyway, it is damn good to see you again!” he. ” she murmured quietly It is a word that she was forbidden to say most of her adult life, and when she said it I could hear in her voice that it was something that she needed to say ... to be politically incorrect. I thought I saw my opening. I had established in all our chatting, that she was a rural vicar’s daughter and to add complications, black people were an eye boggling rarity to be seen in the rural Wiltshire villages where we’d enjoyed an idyllic infancy.Nowadays blacks are everywhere. As he had been previously, the Old One was sitting beside the fire, waiting for me.I smiled to myself. The fear of the unorthodox way in which he revealed himself to me, was long past."Why?" he asked."Why, what? Why do I love her more than she loves me? Why does it matter? Why do I care? Why do I want her to love me? Why do I NEED her to love me?"I felt the anger stir in me. Not at the Old One, nor even his question. I was angry because I had already lived one miserable lifetime, in love with a. She was nearly quite upset that she didn’t know about any of this until I told her the symptoms were so slight/mild that I barely worried about them myself, until the doctor at church told me to go and get it checked NOW. She was sufficiently mollified at that…so we decided to go back home first, call my doctor and find out what hospital they’d prefer we use to get my symptoms checked out. After speaking with the on-call doctor from our Physician’s office, we expected that I could be admitted.