" For what?" I'm gonna burn it." Like heck you are," Cissy said, and she ran up her front walk. "He tried to give you his number too, but you wouldn't...take it. This one is mine, and I'm keeping it."She slipped into the house and closed the front door behind her.When Pam got home, she found her mother in the kitchen making dinner."How was the museum, darling?" her mother asked."Fine," said Pam."Have a nice walk down there and back?" Fine," Pam said. "I'm going upstairs to take a bath." Dinner's. This morning we stepped off the plane in Lisbon Portugal.”“I am climbing the steps of the palace and government office of Portugal Premier Aleixo Cordeiro. Just a few weeks ago Ambassador Jones and Vice President of the embassy security division for JBG Vicky Jones survived an assassination attempt at the top of these very steps. The bloody mess created by the attack has all been cleaned. The only reminder is the chips caused by the bullets in the marble and granite.”“Ambassador Jones and Vicky. Constance stayed home to look after the kids. The guest list got them into the crowded club for free, Cheryl getting in on Joe’s plus one. The noise of some shitty punk band greeted them. Nevertheless young men pogoed close to the stage with too much enthusiasm. Luckily they came at the end of the set.Lori, the dark haired woman he’d met at Jack’s studio, surprised him by hugging him, her unencumbered breasts under a Flamingos t-shirt pressing into his diaphragm.“Uhm hi,” he shouted over the. It seemed natural to snuggle up to him. He put his arm around me. “Wendy,” he began. This was it! He called me Wendy! “When you came to the door at lunch time, I thought that you reminded me of someone. I couldn’t believe my eyes. But now you’re properly dressed, I can see who that was. It’s almost uncanny, and I can hardly bring myself to tell you.” “Oh, Bill,” I responded. “Please tell me – if it’s a happy memory.” “Dear Wendy….dearest Wendy. Just a few months back I lost my wife. It was.