I sighedagain."Honey, do you mind carrying these bags upstairs?" my momrequested."Yeah, okay." I mumbled. Actually, I was quite relieved thattheir rea...tions weren't as bad as I thought. Geez, it's officialnow that I'm spending this holiday as a girl. At a comfortingnote, I looked quite cute. I blushed when I thought of myreflection at the petrol station washroom. My little buddy belowgave a small tingle as he agreed completely with my thoughts."Hey, stop dreaming!" Mom ticked off. I grabbed the. . MamaSylvia. I pray that Goddess will enable me to live up to yourexpectations," I murmured softly. "I'd love to kiss you but I know wemustn't spoil our makeup."They both laughed. "Right you are, Mistress Rylann," the Baronessresponded. "We can kiss later at the end of this wonderful celebration.You're learning already that wives like you and my own dear Dame mustmake compromises, sometimes inconvenient ones." Another pause, then shelooked at Dame Oblea and said, "Let's give dear sweet. Come home. Let me start making this all up to you. Please, honey, please.”I couldn’t believe it. She wanted to make it all right, to make it all go away.“As curious as I am about how you could possibly make up for over two decades of lies, I really don’t think we should be together right now. It’s still too raw for me. I’m afraid my anger and pain would keep me lashing out at you until I hit the point of no return. I may as well tell you now, the British Museum has offered me a short term. "What would you ladies like to drink?" His West Country accent at odds with his sophisticated man- about -town style of dress. The ladies decided they would like a white wine so Wurzel suggested a bottle of Chardonnay; the ladies looked surprised that he would know of such a wine, never mind pronounce it. I was equally surprised, a dark horse is Wurzel!"Your usual Des?" He turned to me and I thought I'd surprise him."Yes please Al, Bacardi and bitter lemon, no ice!" He shot me a look but made.