"You know, chat to them. Keep them company. That kind of thing. And, well, I guess I'm here to offer my... services."Leanne waited patiently as the re...eptionist remained frozen in position before eventually, with great effort, reaching two inches to the side to grab a small book."You'll need to sign in." She stated impassively.Leanne was determined not to let this grumpy old woman bring her down and smiled pleasantly as she filled in the book. "What's the date?" she asked, instantly regretting. As they got to the long car, Samantha turned and threw her bouquet.Wouldn't you just know it? Betty May Henderson caught it. She had begun to continually snipe at me again. For a while after the big fish event she eased off. When she caught it I saw a strange look on her face, and she looked right at me and grinned. I knew she had something on her mind.Samantha and Hank took the train to Oklahoma City for their honeymoon. We were aware the Cossingers were well to do, but we later learned Mister. I was smoking dope in 1967, and dropping a lot more besides. I daresay it’s hard to believe now.”The memories flooded back, suddenly. I’d been so respectable for so long. But back then…“Wow,” Lettie was grinning at me, Janie too. Lettie reached into her bag and started rolling.“So what was it like?” Janie wanted to know. “Did you have long hair and everything?”“It was down here,” I indicated below my armpit. The girls wanted to believe me, I could see, but were struggling to imagine it.“It was. Thorpe, but not unless you call me Johnny."She laughed then, something about it sounded as if she didn't do it much. "Okay, Johnny, and it's Kayla to you."We worked out the arrangements and agreed on Wednesday evening at six. She gave me her address and phone number before we rang off. I was happy the little girl seemed to be taking the incident so well; it was very smart of her mom to keep her from seeing anything else. The news mentioned the two dogs and their rampage. The attack in the park.