" he informed Keebler, Keebler who was having a hard time not staring at Bitsy's chest, was as bright red as an apple, "that you in there? Bitsy." The... all laughed and had a merry time, while Kat filled them in on the trip to London. Trink not to be left out informed Kat that he had to go along and would need some fine looking duds so as not to shame the ladies. Keebler who had no intentions at all of getting anywhere near a big human town promised to keep an eye on Bitsy's oak house.Kat who. Yes, I was going along, but only as a backup gun in case Charlie ran into trouble that she couldn’t handle. We were both armed with the modified combat shotgun using hog-loads as ammunition. I had become very partial to that particular round, and it was what I recommended to all of the hunters unless something else was obviously more appropriate.We had drones flying up and down the edge of the ice looking for a Polar to hunt. It wasn’t that Polars were hard to find, but we wanted to find a very. When next my mind became clear, I was standing at Madame's side holding her hand. She nodded her head to me and I remember throwing the crocus I picked for him into the darkness. The bruised and withered flower became my final offering to my father's grave."My next memory is of someone jostling me and bowling me over flat at a train station. He was very large and most likely never saw me. I could barely see his face; his belly blocked his features from my view as I sat on the train platform. I waited a good two minutes after she left before I re-opened my curtain a bit. I wasn’t sure if anyone else was going to come in so I just stood there and waited. A few seconds later I could hear footsteps coming so I once again dropped my suit and went thru similar motions of “trying one on”. To my amazement, the same girl who just left had returned only this time she had the other gal with her. As they went in the room they left the curtain open even more than she had done before. I obliged.