We all do the same things every year. We have the same dinner. Hell, we probably sit in the same chairs every time. I know to some people that's borin.... But to me, that's a family holiday. A tradition. I just wish Uncle Wilton were here.Oh, yeah, and that Alex wasn't turning me into a god damned pervert.At the end of service, there is the typical milling around and greeting of friends. I get my first friendly greeting from Trina in a month but we don't really get to say more than 'hi' an'. Karen remained quiet and withdrawn. A child psychiatrist was consulted and reassured Gillian that she would ‘grow out of it’.“She’s lost her Daddy, and it’s to be expected it will take time for her to adjust.”Gillian didn’t mention that Karen never mentioned her ‘Daddy’, only ‘Mr. Cuddles’Dulcie, of course, was thoroughly occupied by her role as ‘Rector’s Wife’ and as a Non-Stipendiary Minister. After the wedding of Paul and Eileen and Roger Marshall’s funeral came the events of ‘All Hallow’s. I looked at my watch. Two more fucking hours. Jeezus.On impulse, I leaned across the aisle towards her. I was kinda shy, but the urge to talk to this one was strong, stronger than my shyness. I would be happy just to talk to her even if she said no, I thought. She saw my movement out of the corner of her eye and looked at me.“Wanna go get something to eat?” I said. “I got some money ... and it might be a while before the bus stops tonight.”She just looked at me like I was a retard or something.. " Please, tell her that. She is already finding things wrong with her body that she is unhappy with. She thinks she's getting the beginning of crow's feet, laugh lines, saggy breasts, a flabby belly… you name it and she finds something wrong with it." Cindy does the same things sometimes. Women can be so self-critical." I decided to push a little into the body part he had mentioned. "But Cindy sure doesn't have to worry about the saggy breasts… she barely has them."Jack laughed. "Are you.