Her name he found was Wendy, Wendy Anne Richards, and she had not seen his dad, Joe now for over a year, he working on a tanker out of Rio, the lad sa...ing that, “Dad left, going back to sea when he was ten, and only came home every year or two, and that the marriage was a total sham, only perpetuated for his father`s British citizenship, and by mutual agreement not to divorce till the only son was 18!” “And has she boy-friends, or even girl-friends?” May asked, the lad grinned, then said, not. Sorrow poured through me, heavy and unwelcome. Staring down at the side-by-side graves, two coffins resting at the bottom, my sinuses blocked up, tears prickled behind my eyes, a lump choked my throat. I'd never thought I'd be burying Mom and Dad together. It wasn't something one ever, ever thought about. But here I was.Silence slowly filled the graveyard, birds twittered. Cherry trees provided shade, sunlight dappling the lush, green, well manicured lawn. In the distance over the sloping lawn. "What's wrong, Kimmy? Are you ok?", she said.Kimberly raised to head to look at Tracy, her eyes unfocused and filled with pain as pasts, personalities, and proclivities fought for real estate inside her brain. "Twacy, how did you and Dean meet? I-I can't wemember..."Tracy recoiled from her friend. The look in her eyes was downright disturbing. In an effort to please, she began retelling the story that her friend should know by heart. "You and me, we were whoring ourselves out on that website. James, this is Mrs. Pembleton, my headmistress at school.”“Really? I thought you were simply in the habit of hugging and kissing total strangers,” he joked. He turned to Mrs. Pembleton and said, “Seriously, Caroline has told me so much about you and your wonderful school that I knew we had to have you come. If your other students become but half of what Caroline is, then England is a most blessed place indeed.”“Silver tongued devil, isn’t he?” she remarked to me, then Mrs. Pembleton gave James.