It wasn't my pass, it was Jill's, but today her car was in for its annual MOT test and a service. By chance Gwen - the woman Jill normally car shared ...ith — also had her car off the road, so I'd played chauffeur to the two of them that morning. We'd swing by the garage on the way home and collect Jill's car; then she'd drop Gwen off whilst I returned to the office for a couple of hours.Because I had no intention of stopping very long, I slipped my car into a visitor's parking space not far from. The first was an antique leather-bound journal with a worn strap holding its covers shut, the second was a heavy envelope with my name, Melissa Gordon, written on it in neat (if old-fashioned) cursive hand. The letter inside was typed on expensive heavy-weight paper that had the company watermark in the center of the page. The letter explained that the law firm had been retained by a small, independent museum to find and return the accompanying diary to the nearest living heir of the doner.. I kind of liked that.We obviously arrived at rush hour as there were two huge cruise lines docked at the pier and the beach was packed with tourists. We did our best to maintain our hand holding as we weaved our way through the crowds to the end of the beach, but it eventually became impossible, so we walked single file for the last bit with Jacque following me. I kept my head up and made a point to make eye contact with anyone who seemed to be watching me. It was a fun exercise that was. She said six men showed up, and all were really surprised to see how she greeted them. There ended up being one little glitch though that John didn't know about. One of his friends had his son-in-law, who was in the German military, fly in for training at the base. Dieter was 32 years old and a captain in the German Air force, and his father-in-law had asked him to come along and meet his retired Army friends. Well, no one knew Dee Dee would be there naked but John. Dee Dee had expected a.