She knew that her doctor and counsellor were right, she just needed time to grieve after the miscarriage. But dammit, she needed to be back to herself...again. Or maybe she needed to find herself. She was not quite sure which it was actually. She tried to focus on all the good things in her life. Her daughter, of course, was chief among them. But her older children too were doing remarkably well. She was proud of the thoughtful, independent people they were becoming. Each one would make any. Back in the family room, the others were sitting around, working out what each person would play. Allison had her fiddle (fiddle sounded more appropriate for folk music than ‘violin’), Fiona her mandolin, plus a ‘penny whistle’, a simplified recorder flute. Tracy Mann would be playing rhythm guitar and singing, Mandy on flute and tin whistle. Rachel would play her bodhrán drum, largerphone, and other percussion instruments.“Now, what will we need to run through Will’s amp, and what will just. It used to surprise me when we'd stay at her parents and Sarah would come out with the family in her pyjamas which generally consisted of one of mine or her brothers singlets and some skimpy loose shorts, neither with underwear underneath, I always noticed when i could see her pussy lips through the leg of her shorts or looking down her top and seeing her tits hang when she'd lean forward to sit on the lounge. I always assumed it was just her being comfortable in the family home, nothing. Pete thought Kris was over-the-top somber, but let him have his say. Kris' heart was in the right place. As opposed to the take-out owner, whose heart was in his lap.Kris stared at each girl before he continued, "Take care of your avenging angel. He took care of you and many others tonight. And not a word of this leaves this building, ever. You do not know anything, no matter who asks." As he opened the door to leave, he grinned sadly and said, "I have to rush home now since I never.