Both Daisy and Carol stayed for dinner and we playedsome more afterwards. Then Carol had to go home. Pa drove her home,and I went along with them.On...the way back home, Pa said, "You have a very good friend there,Lucy. She's involved not only with you, but also with Ruth and herfriend Daisy -- pretty much the whole family."For a moment, icky thoughts tempted my mind, thoughts about Pa andCarol. No-no-no, I managed to put them out of my mind. That was justsick. Error. Tuesday, July. I looked at my family they and all the people from my home town were standing screaming. My brother was looking at me with his mouth gaping wide.The next set of competitors was called. One of the purple belts that had lost but had gone to full distance was paired with one that had not fought yet.He won his match in two rounds by points. The two who had not fought before went three rounds. There were only two of us that had not been defeated yet. So we were up next. And the losers were beginning. It was considerably thicker than before. The first thing I looked up was Riley, Matthews and Sullivan, and I was astounded to discover that it was a law firm. My mother was a lawyer?! No fucking way. But there it was in the Yellow Pages, offering legal services for reasonable fees. I found the address for her office, then found the address for McAdory’s, which appeared to be some sort of upscale deli. I knew about where it should be on Main Street, only the location as I remembered it was close. "Come on Hamilton!" cried Paul as the McClaren moved up to second inthe field on the third corner."Brought you some crisps up," said Laura, entering the room around anhour later."Thanks mom. Any chance of a drink too please?" said Paul."Yes, I'll get you two some drinks. That okay Kevin?" said Laura."Yes, Mrs Smith," he replied."Come on Hamilton!" cried Paul once more. The British driver wasleading with just 5 laps to go, but the driver in second wasn't farbehind."Oh, get outta the way" shouted.