Every summer the family goes to camp for a couple of weeks. The smaller kids, and for some reason Marion and a couple of the other older cousins, woul... go to this regular vacation camp up in the mountains. Everyone else would go to Camp Curie down in southern Missouri. The Curie Clan has owned Camp Curie for generations, maybe even since before the Civil War. At that point I interrupted her. Holy shit! Why hadnt I made the connection. You are a Curie? You are part of the Curie Clan? Yes, she. "Are you OK?" Her lip quivered. Tears streamed down her face. At five-two, Didi pressed her face into his upper abdomen.Mead used his fingers to tilt her face toward his. "I'm all right, Didi." He leaned down to kiss her. "I heard something about a meal."Grabbing his hand, Didi led him into an adjacent space. He saw a table set for a very formal meal. Mead pulled out a chair for Didi. She sat down, patting his hand as he adjusted the chair. Reaching up, he lifted the platter cover. Smiling, he. Sanders and also Mark, who had come for a visit, into a great snowball fight in the garden. Mark had come to inform them that Stephen was found dead. That was a great relief to everyone. But Chris started to feel uneasy. Now that Stephen was no longer a concern, would she still want him in her life? His duty was over. She and Angela were safe. The wonder started to eat him inside. He had to find a way to stay. To ensure he stayed through Christmas, he brought a Christmas tree to be put up in. “Oh Simon, I need your come inside me, urghhh.” Alice’s body jerked as wave after wave swept over her. Finally spent, she drifted off to a fitful sleep.On the face of it, this Sunday was like any other. Alice made their lunch, they watched television until it was time for their evening meal which normally consisted of sandwiches and a dessert that Alice had made earlier. Later Simon went to take a bath. Alice sat and contemplated the last few days events. Unsure what Simon thought about her.