"Robert asked 'bout Mom's folks.Robert asks uh lot uh landmine questions. If there's a closet with a skeleton, Robert can find it faster than shit fin...s flies. Still, Mom hated her parents as least as much as Dad did, "So?"Beth shrugs, "Mom wants ta go ta their grave."And Dad won't give. Dad blames every flaw and quirk of Mom's character on her parents. Neither will say why but Dad let it slip once that her mom was a drug addict so I always figured that was at least part of it. They both died. "You'll need a pair of suntan pantyhose and a half slip to go underthese," she said as she picked up a pair of navy, three-inch heels.Angela had forgotten all about pantyhose and picked a new pair out ofthe drawer along with a slip that matched her bra. After putting on thebra and panties she sat on the bed and opened the stockings.Teri laughed when she saw her trying to decide how to put them on."Here, let me help you," she said as she took the stockings and expertlygathered up one leg and. Enid had no idea I was now looking at her more than listening to her tale of woe. I now knew that I wanted to get Uncle William out of this mess I drug him into as smooth and as fast as possible. Before Enid’s world finished going to hell.I was learning that I was getting into more shit just standing around than most people do actively trying to get into trouble. “Keep all this under your hat so everyone else will be surprised with the big blowup comes.” I said. Uncle William and the PI both. .. a hundred years before.As we stood just outside the gate I glanced at Beth. Her bottom lip wasn't long for this world if she kept gnawing it."Are you ready for this?" I asked."No, but let's do it anyway. Tommy, if I don't look it'll always bother me."The gate was hanging from one hinge. I lifted it and pulled it open. The rusted metal squealed like a lost soul. I heard Beth take a deep breath. As she started up the overgrown path to the front door the brambles tugged at her jeans as if to.