Her most striking feature was the cascade of auburn hair that fell in wavy disarray down her long neck and over her shoulders. I did not consider her ...eautiful or pretty. I think ‘striking’ was the word that came to mind. The kitchen seemed as large as some houses. The equipment was somewhat old fashioned, but scrupulously clean. The oddest feature was a very up to date computer on a table in a corner. It looked strange in its setting. I was going to ask a question and began, ‘Mrs.Blye-Smyth,’. "I can understand their feelings but my husband and I thought long and hard before we decided to act as we have. The last thing we wanted to do was to make enemies in the village." She gave a lop-sided grin. "We hoped, in time, to be accepted but I can see that that could be a faint hope the way things are going but we do have to think of the dogs."Jenny nodded. "They're all getting on very well together," she said."They usually will if left to themselves. Anyway, we were taken completely by. ?Real men don?t eat salads,? He?d say as a joke, but I always felt uncomfortable since I always loved a good salad.My aunt and I had a wonderful lunch talking about all the latest styles and what I thought looked best. It was a blast to check out all the women and critique their outfits. Aunt Jan and I agreed that so many women just have no idea what looks good on them.?Look at this lady,? I nudged my aunt and directed her attention to a heavyset woman who had just walked in. The woman was. “You understood part of what I told you, but not all of it.”“And what part is that?” I asked.“You mother is my sister, but she is my sister by marriage, not blood.”We were all quiet while we let all this new information sink in. Then my mother started to talk to us. “When your father and I decided to get married, his father and my mother were very upset, and told us that if we went through with it, we would be on our own. When the four of you were born, it was my decision not to tell any of you.