He was 6’ tall, blonde, about my age, and had a bit of a beer-belly. His handshake was firm and he kept good eye contact. I turned to Melissa and we...shook as well, though her handshake was soft. She was about 5’8”, a few years younger than I was, and also had blonde hair, blue eyes, and a winning smile. She was thin, but not terribly so.“Brother and sister?” I guessed.“Yes,” Mark said.“Let’s sit and we can talk,” Dante said.He spoke to the maître d’, and we were led to a quiet table in the. "Well then, who should we ask? We can't ask any of the other four originals. They would never want to leave their families." Dawn," said Molly and Jane nodded in agreement."What if she gets engaged and then married to PC Reg Biscombe in the next few months?"Molly and Jane looked at each other."Anita or Penny?" suggested Jane."Either," replied Molly."That's what I thought," said Becca. "How about both of them like you two? They both get on well together." Good idea," said Jane. "We have to back. I love sitting in the fog, just letting it flow all around me.” “Then we already have something in common. I grew up along a river and I’ve always loved it when the fog rose. Waves are still something new to me, but I’m coming to love them also.” “What about fog horns?” I asked. “You mean that deep tone from over that way?” He waved his arm in the general direction and I nodded. “I’ve only heard them a couple of times but I can’t think of a better sound to go with a night like this.” Then he. My dad, in the background, yelling, “Stop, Tammy, stop.“ Walking down the long circular driveway, I noticed beautiful birds everywhere. At the door I knocked. Waited. And knocked again. No answer. So I walked around to the back yard and down to the steam where I used to ice skate. And there was the tree on which Corky and I had carved: Corky and Tammy forever. I smiled. After all these years, it’s still here, I thought, feeling the carving under my fingers. I heard a voice from behind me. “Can.