. well!She certainly had a nice pad. Huge Victorian place, swish auto gates opened and I drove the gravel drive to park. She was waiting at the top of...porticoed granite stars. We shook hands and I followed her indoors, through a long corridor and to a sumptuous lounge. Monica poured coffees and we chatted. I admired many contemporary paintings in the room, she had a good eye, but she said they were all her deceased husband Marcel’s choice. We agreed dates, times and I offered to prepare an. After all these years," she said mournfully."Should we tell the Götz von Berlichingen people?" I asked her.She gave me a tired smile. "Certainly I must, if it's me they've come to see. I swore an oath I would reveal my knowledge to them whenever I found it." But surely after all these years....?" The oath never dies," she told me. She ruminated for a while, then suddenly her demeanour changed. "Yes, the oath never dies, and those bastards own me a million marks in back pay!" she cried. "No back. ”“Oh. Well, she does. I’ve been staying at your house so I’m not alone with the baby. She’s at work right now, but it won’t be long before she’s home. She’s so sweet.” That was news to me. Getting Jack back to Orlando might not get him out of my hair at all. Oh well. At least in Orlando I could go back to work and collect a paycheck.As soon as I disconnected, I dialed Ed.“This is a flash, Ed.Headline: Knife-wielding terrorist attacks World’s Last Hope.Byline: Eyewitness account by Ramsey. My mother said she was protecting me from the world. And…’ I blow out a breath, ‘I don’t know, I guess I’m kinda mad at her. I feel like a major idiot in this world.’ ‘You’ll do okay,’ she reassures me, touching my hand gently. ‘It’s not about that,’ I inform her, liftin my gaze to meet hers but tilting my head slightly. ‘It’s just…I just feel so dumb, and I really don’t know if I’ll ever feel smart. I had no idea half these things were going on. Sure, I’ve read a lot, but the books hide many.