"He did this to me!" she shouted at her mother. "Why do I have to take the blame when Jon's the one who snuck into my room and raped me?" Don't you da...e say that about my sweet Jonas!" Lauren spat at her. "Look at what you've done to this family. I'm calling my sister right now. You're going to live with her in the country until you turn eighteen and then I never want to see you again." Mom, wait!" Jon interrupted her."Don't you say a word, Jonas," she scolded him. "Mommy will take care of this. The room was very cold.Col took her mother’s hand. “Mutti, there’s something I have to tell you.”Something in her daughter’s voice alerted her. Mutti Frida stopped fiddling with the oil heater and looked at Col and then at me. Col saw the look.“Willi knows, Mutti.”I could see the tension arrive in Mutti Frida’s shoulders. “Knows what?” Her voice had an edge to it as if poised and ready to run.“He knows that I am Colette, a girl, not Col, a boy. I know we can trust him and I wasn’t going to be. ..It is the second full day of the trip. As the Canadian trogsalong the northwest of Ontario, on its way to a one-hourstopover in Winnipeg, Manitoba, in the evening, we have oursecond lunch together. I have a feeling that we are alreadygetting along just fine. Which is good, because I didn'texpect to make friends with anyone on this trip. All Iwanted to do was to go to the west coast to take in themountains, Skytrain, Stanley Park, the CBC VancouverOrchestra, and Wreck Beach, Canada's only nude. They tell me that the whole story about Fiona and Nan might be a mish mash of made up tales and old cases that MI6 worked over the last few years.”We talked until he gave me the rest.“Fiona is her name and she is from where she says she’s from, but there are no independent records of the rest of her story. Same with Nan. They might as well have told you they were Dickens and Fenster. There’s just nothing to corroborate them. You need to bear in mind that MI6 and the CIA keep things out of the.