My center ofgravity was off too. The boots must have made me a foot or more taller. I wasn't used to this height. Nor was I used to balancing on the...xtremes of my heels and toes only. And, all without the normal use ofmy eyes and ears. I was a new thing. A creature / person. I was taking little steps andcontinuing to mumble. I don't know if I was walking straight, walking incircles, or standing still. I didn't know where I was trying to go orwhat I was going to do. This went on for. I’ll lock the kiosk and we’ll be back before three. Right.”She turned to me. “You’re it. I’ll take you in the smaller cat. We’ll take a bit of food along. I’ll give you a good tour.”In a few minutes – devoted largely to the greying red-head fetching two coolers and stowing them – they were casting off and motoring cross-channel.“My name’s Morna,” she said, thrusting a hand. “I know you’re Meester Hollister.”“Gordy, Morna.”“Thanks. Any road, this is the Hastings River, first charted by Europeans. . what else is there to do. All you keeping thinking to yourself as you remove the sheer nylons and the purple, matching bra, panty, garter set; is "No one was suppose to be home for another hour." Throwing them away would be pointless. So you put them back.You put on your Jockeys, jeans and T-shirt, sit down and wait. Drive to Canada enters your mind a few times.An hour later... she hands you the list."...your chores... help with your algebra without the smartass remarks..." You can't believe. I had been going to take Melody to their house for dinner the day that Karen had ended her life.I met him for lunch at Gordy's and I unloaded on him. He listened, his blue-gray eyes never leaving my face. When I finished speaking, he reached across the table and gently swatted my cheek with his hand. "Son, stop feeling guilty. No matter how much you want to do it, you can't protect Melody from everything. You can only do what you can do and nothing more."I started to protest that I wasn't.