”“Opal Anne, how do you know all this?”“Paul, men in brothels like to talk. Many of them are nervous and aren’t used to being with a woman. ...any of them thought that whores were very high-class women...”“Like you.”“ ... and they ... thank you, my love. They don’t know how to talk to high class women. So, we start with a conversation and move on from there. Some men just want a tug or a poke and then get back to drinking and gambling. I tried to stay away from those.”“How do you propose that we. They weren't there when the Gestapo arrested my pretend wife in Dansk. Certainly not the next morning when I saw how she looked after the explosion. That was the day I swore I would kill the men who ordered me around. Every night during the next year, I dreamed alternately of killing Carlton, and of coming home to live in the mill village with my family.The Village was almost completely self sufficient. It was a world almost completely cut off from the outside. The company had built houses for. Her touch gave me strength I thought I'd never regain, and immediately made me feel immensely better."Now, can we put our heads together on this?" I said. "you're a sharp cookie, Karen, and I could use some help laying this out." Sure thing, shoot," Karen replied. We sat and recounted all that we knew from the time we were in bed together, until the present. There were a couple of things that didn't fit in. Like, who was the girl or woman with Ted in the hall? And how did Ted arrange to serve. Dad had been killed in the line of duty when I was twelve and I guess I never got over it. I can still remember the night the captain came to our front door and told Mom the bad news. The next few days were filled with the preparations for the funeral and the funeral itself. Like most cop funerals, Dad's was a big one. There were cops from almost every state and dignitaries from our state's capital.Mom was an attorney so money wasn't a problem. Dad had a lot of insurance and there was a fund.