’ She said as she walked briskly down the hall. ‘Probably make you feel a lot better.’ I called after her. I followed that up with, ‘I’m goi...g in to work for a couple of hours today. I need to finish cleaning up a couple of cylinder heads so that they can be sent to the machine shop on Monday.’ She started the water in her bathroom and yelled over the sound of the water, ‘Ok, say hi to Peggy for me.’ She said with a laugh. ‘Sure.’ I replied. ‘But I think that she likes you more.’ I continued. ‘After all, who is he? This body is not from someone who plays sports, the muscles are too perfect. Muscles like this are only reached by people who have done long and constant training. Only high-level soldiers train that much.’‘And those scars ... They look like my brother’s body. From an early age, he shows me whenever he gets a new scar from his army missions. This one looks like a knife scar... ‘‘This one is a gun, looks like a pistol ... This one is a bigger weapon than a knife, looks. .." She trailed off, aghast at her own invitation."Buckaroo, we know your birthday isn't until next week, but I've got a new job site starting up Monday, so I'll be too busy to do anything on Der Tag. That makes now the time. Here, give it a kiss and make it feel welcome." YOU FAGGOT! STICK THAT THING IN MY FACE I'LL BITE IT OFF!" Mommy, she said she'd bite my winkie, make her stop." 'Oh, wee lamb.' Perhaps now would be a good time for the other present. Check under the bed."It was a huge gaudy. Sheopened it and proved herself correct. Wrapped inside the hand writtensheets was a small batch of photos. She prioritised reading overstudying the photographs, and placed them gently on the bench besideher.She unfolded the paper and began.Dear Rose,How unconventionally old school is this? As hard as you may find it tobelieve, I still remember a time when police reports would be handwritten, at least in the first instance, before being typed later. I'mmaking privileged assumptions here, but I.