She looked around and said she always liked our home and that she always felt comfortable here. I asked her if I could get her something to drink and ...he responded with “don’t I get a welcome kiss first?”“Sure” and with that, I step over to her and leaned over and gave her kiss like at the station. Before I could move back, she said, “Uncle, can’t you do a little better than that?” With that she reached up and put her arms around my neck and pulled me into her. I could feel her tongue reaching. A number of the girls ruffle his hair or pat his shoulder. One of them, Lois, even kisses him on the top of his head.Jimmie has a smile, a chuckle, and a quip for every one of them, but when they have all left, the smile slowly vanishes, and the look that was left was pain and loneliness.He was everybody’s Fool, but nothing more, and it hurt.~~~~~It was Limerick night for the Group, and, as usual, Jimmie was beating all comers. Mark had just delivered a well-received limerick about a Parson. I loved them, and told her so, and she beamed. She was feeling giddy and kissed me on the nose. ‘So, ‘kay, take the tapes. Do what you will with them.’ ‘Ooo.’ I said, ‘that sounds naughty.’ Then she looked at me again, trying to figure something out. ‘Freddy…’ she said as if gearing up to deliver a big, long speech. ‘Ah fuck it.’ she said, waving the words away, and kissed me on the lips. She was a little drunk, and I knew that, and as Ol’ Blue Eyes once intoned, ‘There are rules about that.’ I. ”“And dig up more dirt on Cadwallader. I want her even more thoroughly discredited.” Thorn thought briefly back to Lucy Cadwallader’s death. He hadn’t done the actual killing, but he had been there at the end, watching it all. When she’d spat in his face, he had punched her, hard. So hard that for a few seconds she couldn’t breath. He had thoroughly enjoyed the evening, and watching her finally die with her throat cut had been the best part of it.“Yes sir. It will be a pleasure.”“I thought.