She is now looking across to the others, to where she had been. “How do you feel about that? They have spent a lot of the time together.”“I don�...�t know, yet. She’s a big girl. She deserves all the happiness she can get. I guess, I just don’t want her to be hurt, anymore.” I turn to my new, real, sister. “Like you, honey. I want you to find all the happiness you can. After everything, you deserve to find happiness that will fill the rest of your life.”She stretched up and kissed me, her hand. As a fellow academician, I respect theastronomical odds against my being in Cilicia at the time. But I am mostcurious about the possibility of where and whom I might've been.''I do this out of friendship,' Whitby answered. 'One last demonstrationfor the night, and then I really must retire for the night Merrick.''Quite acceptable,' I replied. And in no time at all, Whitby had been ina similar trance to that formerly imposed on Bonevicci and O'Flaherty. Before my eyes, I beheld the entire globe. ‘That’s yours, Richard, no sugar.’ ‘Thanks,’ I said and picked it up. The mug was decorated with a cartoon golfer and I grinned at the inscription: ‘World’s best golfer.’ ‘Gaynor bought that specially for you,’ said Charlie brightly. ‘She hasn’t washed the mug you used last week, so she got this one for you. Nice, eh?’ ‘Charlotte!’ said Gaynor, exasperation in her voice. She exhaled and shook her head. ‘You do let your mouth run away, don’t you?’ ‘What? Oh . . .’ Charlie raised a hand to her. "No way...." He said shaking his head no in addition to that."Well then....no more girl-girl stuff!" Shelly said emphatically."Where you'll ever see it anyway." Cindy chimed in adding.I glared at Frank...who in turn glared at me. "You ever tell anyone...." I said threateningly"Me? Are you k**ding...." The girls giggled then excitedly.It was like two teenage k**s in the backseat of a Volkswagen trying to figure out what to do next."Here...lay on your sides facing in opposite directions." Shelly.