I don’t have an anchor anymore. That’s why Geneive and Joe and even Phile never went back after their hosts died, I think. They didn’t have an a...chor in that life like I did. Once Kyle found Kat, he stopped going to Bertha’s. Geneive just didn’t have anyone to go back to. I had Laramie.They’ll all be waiting for me when I die. I’ve got a little girl and a little boy just six months younger. They are the most fun I’ve ever had. Ashley says they’re too young to have horses already, but I figure. Then one day I decided I could wait no longer – it was now or never – and so here I sit, stomach churning, batting out short texts tracking him down the motorway. Oh my God, I’d done it, I’d invited him to my home. What was I thinking! What do I wear? What do I say? Will he like me? Will I like him? No going back! Then I hear the yard gate and know its too late — he’s arrived! Using all my inner strength I open the door and plaster on a smile. Phew it’s ok, he is still the lovely sweet man who. Bernie looked like a kid in a candy store as Tee walked into the ladies room to obey skiing’s rule one: never pass up a chance to pee. ‘Will she be at the party tonight?’ Bernie asked. ‘Yup, along with Jayne, Natsumi and Christine, who you have not met, and Collette will take care of serving us.’ ‘Where do you find these fucking hot women?’ he asked. ‘I love blondes and I love these hot Chinese chicks you find.’ The fact that Natsumi is Japanese and Christine Vietnamese I let slide. ‘I. Not that town is all that far away. Sliding down Old Baldy ... that is a problem with the valley; Old Baldy is in the way. It’s like my Dad’s stories about living in the country and schooling; one room schoolhouses and winter weather; up-hill ... both ways.We came out on Dover and headed for Gufstasons; that marvel of a five story hardware was built in the Teens and changed hands every two or three years. The stock from 1919 was mostly still there. People leased the building, stocked it with.