It had then taken him a few months tocover his tracks and the origin of the money, before it was safe for himto come to Whateley and ask Dr Hartford f...r advice.It was at this point that Mrs Potter and Circe, also contacted DrHartford about me. On the advice of Circe and Mrs Potter, Dr Hartfordand my uncle started to prepare a 'legend' of the type used by deepcover spies. Using school contacts on both side of the law, my newidentity as a thirteen and half year old schoolgirl Fiona. ‘I don’t want to put you to any trouble.’ ‘No trouble, come.’ He led the way to his house. I don’t know what I really expected but it certainly wasn’t this. The house was spotless, the kitchen wasn’t the rustic wooden style that I expected to see in this centuries old house, the work surfaces were all stainless steel as were the appliances. In contrast the cupboard doors were stark and white. This did not come from IKEA. ‘Sit down.’ He indicated a chair so I sat and watched as he set about. With each week that passed, it was becoming more difficult for him to convince himself that he wanted to salvage his marriage. In fact, the arguments against it were increasing in number. Coming home without having to listen to the details of Annie’s daily dramas was just the beginning. Even this simple dinner was something that he would have had a problem with, back in the days before leaving. Meals were Annie’s favorite times to throw tantrums. His upcoming vacation was just one more argument. We made our rounds of talking and telling jokes. When we got back downstairs Randy was still in his chair, still drinking and noticed his bottle of red was down a fair bit since I'd left. I realized that he'd decided to just get smashed rather then deal with his sister. And son I saw why. Missy's shirt had changed configuration since I'd last seen her. Her boobs seemed smaller, and lower, but still there. And a few more buttons were open. And she was talking to Eric, leaned over just slightly.