"Charles knew exactly what he wanted to do. It's entirely possible that Natalie suspected, but if so, she never let on. In late May they rode, Charles...on the Norton, Natalie on the Matchless, out to Longshore and parked the bikes (chained together) under the same trees that had sheltered the Cortina almost exactly a year previously.They walked across the open moor to Longshore Lodge, and drank coffee outside the Visitors' Centre, watching the birds on the feeders and nibbling date-and—walnut. Right up there with Emily and Joey!" It's the second life thing," Brian told the women. "Miguel gave Mimi a another chance. She hated her husband, and their kids, and their grandkids. She blames her husband and is very thankful that the god-King was generous enough to give her life meaning."I nodded to the women. "They're all crazy! Don't believe the hype, Brian is nuts too. He's the dumbass who suggested the white getup for me."Brian brushed his hand across my shoulders; there was no dust, he. His only comment "Stop being like clucky hens, I'm old enough and ugly enough to look after myself." I had a feeling that Jean would be taking care of him, perhaps that's why he was so eager to go there in the first place, I hope so.It was a slow day waiting for the girls to return, guess I'm the clucky one. I breathed a sigh of relief when I heard the car pull up in the yard. They came into the kitchen giggling and carrying on like teenagers ... I suppose that's what they are."Dad's all. Air you there, Wendy?"Some one knew mom? Someone who knew how to work the radio remotely?Well, Hell. I picked up the headset and microphone and slipped it over my head and ears and plugged it in. "This is Wendy." Well, I am."Not my Wendy. Fetch your mom, Wendolyn."Whoever knew me? Or, at least, someone who my name?"Whom shall I say is calling?" I'll not bite on that, Wendolyn Elizabeth Austin. You'll spoil my surprise."UHOH ... not just my name, but the bad girl name. Ouch."Oh." Please, be a.