They planned to spend all afternoon at the pasture, having a picnic, being free in the open, and trying their best to feel as if they were in ancient ...ome or Greece.Tony chattered constantly about what he had read of those people, of the open fucking, the wild orgies that went on, with everyone fucking everyone else. His talk of such things served only to increase her vague sense of nervousness.Tony couldn’t sit still as they drove, and he had opened his mother’s raincoat so he could feel her. The weather was hot and sunny and there was a great waterside hotel on the edge of a bustling town. The room was shared but well appointed. It contained two queen-sized beds, all the usual facilities, plus a balcony with sea views. Mum and Dad clearly thought that sharing would reduce the likelihood of any shenanigans...how wrong could they be. On the flight over we agreed a strategy. Whichever one of us hooked up with a promising partner first, they would always go back to his room, so the. Alistair had our fortune carefully protected in a new set of trust documents that would take care of all four of my girls for the rest of their lives, no matter what happened to me when the universe next intervened. Tara, Cary, Edwina and Tina were already millionaires. The series of trusts Alistair created protected them individually, as well as in a group.Tina turned twenty in nineteen seventy-one. Her college record was as perfect as her high school years. We convinced her to attend Webber. And today was about those lost before he had known Tony. Dave Cameron, who had died in his arms. Joey Newson, Vic Klein, Grant Unger, Lance Patterson, Warren O'Dell, Peter Framingham, Rudy Tabuleri. His friends and brothers in arms lost in the line of duty. They were never far from his thoughts, but the only time he visited all their graves was on Veterans Day.He went to Dave's grave first. Dave had been on his mind a lot since Col. Ryan had been confused and claimed he was seeing him. Gibbs.