Patricia Clark was dressed in her second best business office outfit and was off to the center of town for her first day on the job at a large corpora...e location not far from the United Nations building.The cosmetically perfect nineteen year old was excessively nervous and shaking inside from the fear and self-doubt of starting a new job in a strange place with no familiar faces around her and totally absent her reassuring parental support system.She had carefully selected her best white French. Anyhow, Mirella barbecued, Deke played bartender, Laura organised the music, and me? I got to just enjoy myself, except I didn’t take note of how much I was drinking, or maybe none of us cared? Anyhow, as the music got slower and the stars brighter, the demon alcohol had stolen away with our collective inhibitions. Ok, maybe not from Deke, but he was gentleman enough to suffer three ‘happy’ women.As far as I can remember Laura had never expressed an interest in exactly what had Mirella. The long sea voyage had its ups and downs and had been fraught with conflicts and stresses that impacted Faith, Hope and Charity in different ways. The sight of the high white chalk cliffs brought no sense of memory to any of them because they had been born in a far-away place in an ornate palace dedicated to the pleasure of the ruling masters. Their only remaining parent had expired shortly after their birth and the three identical triplet sisters were brought up to take respected positions in. But there’s an old one up in the roof. I’ll try to contact Dan and get him to pick up some ice on his way home. If I don’t catch Dan, Dad will have to get some, but that means he’ll take even longer. Be careful climbing up in the roof, sweetie, it isn’t safe. Or maybe you should wait until Dan gets home and let him climb up and get it.”“Mum, last time Dan went up into the roof, he hit his head so much that he swore never to go up there again. He’s bigger than the space is. I’ll be careful. I’m.