My aunt, recently divorced from her very successful and work-addicted attorney husband, was an exceptionally youthful-appearing 34-years-old woman. My...mother, soon to be 44, had the same tawny hair and blue eyes, the same slim feminine figure, toned by tennis and aerobics. The family resemblance was striking. That they were sisters was not questioned, but that they were ten-years apart was remarkable.We'd picked up Aunt Peg at the United Terminal at SFO this morning. While my aunt and my mother. Don’t you go transferring your gross male habits to me!”A giggle. “However ... in this case, I do like the way you think, but I don’t believe I need to take that extreme a step ... Some poor hourly-paid employee would have to clear it up, and almost certainly none of the male staff could go near it without barfing. When I was waitressing, it was always the girls who got the nasty cleanup jobs. I wouldn’t want to do that to another girl.”A short silence ending with a sigh. “It feels really weird. "It will be oh so much easier to talk that way." You obviously are feeling better. How's your shoulder?"Zach stood and moved two chairs over next to Kathleen. "Still a mite sore but another week of this easy living and I'll be back on the trail." That's what I wanted to talk to you about young man," Sir Gerald said as he walked to the table. Zach had been paying so much attention to Kathleen, that he hadn't noticed her father come into the dining room. He stood to greet Sir Gerald and after. The guy who had beaten her was a mob boss and she knew a lot of shit. He tried to kill her when she wouldn't abort and after the hospital she hid using the money I left to then contacted the FBI. For the first time in forty or more years I hated someone with a passion that approached what I had for dementia and started making plans to kill him. She saw my eyes, made me look at her, pulling on my head and said, "Drop it, Paul. It's taken care of and he'll die in prison, maximum security prison,.