Kara does. She could be Miss America! That’s the fantasy girl any guy would want. Will you tell me about it?”“Sure,” I said.I spent the next t...enty minutes telling her our story. Just as I was finishing, the stewardess served our lunches.“You two make a really cute couple,” she said.“Thanks,” I chuckled while Jeri beamed.The stewardess moved on and Jeri leaned over to me.“There are the Rocky Mountains. Give me a really nice kiss, because now I turn back into Jeri Lundgren, socialite.”I didn’t. Lucy was doing the ironing while watching an old, very old, film on the player.“Hello love, do you want some supper?”“Nah. Thanks.”“Okay love. Night night.”“Night Mum.”Lucy watched her son vanish into his room and smiled after him. Despite her complaints about her father getting Peter involved, she was actually secretly pleased and very proud of him.When she went to see her father the following day, Lucy found him out of bed and looking much better. “How are you feeling Dad?” she asked him,. And there is California. You have been traveling a lot lately. Those transcontinental flights will wear anyone down.’ His ancient hand, sun blotched from seventy summers at Martha’s Vineyard, rested on the arm of his chair. I reached out and covered it with my own. ‘Thank you for talking to me, Jason. I will give serious thought to what you have–and haven’t said. I promise.’ After he left, I crossed to the window again. Across the harbor, a 747 was taking off from Logan. In my mind, it was. My bua had had sex with me earlier. We were enjoying ourselves when my cousin came with a man. That cousin was my bua’s daughter. The man she came with was my bua’s brother-in law. My bua said to her daughter, “You can fuck your cousin not him.” My cousin took me to a corner and kissed me. My bua started fucking that man. I too started screwing my cousin. Later we went out. I was too tired of fucking. I straight away went downstairs. There my mom made me meet one of her friend, Anita. My mom.