She'd been near seventy years old then. Now she didn't look a day over forty. If she was forty, that made my mother... shit, that made mom just a coup...e years younger than me!A door slammed somewhere, drawing me from my shock and I glanced up, seeing my grandmother's face and the expression of disapproval that came over it. I got to my feet, brushing the dirt from my jeans as I walked toward the house, curious about what was going on."Corinne Anne McGivens," Grandma was yelling. Corinne was my. Her oval face, large blue eyes and overall built had people often mistake her for a Russian. On top of that, at 40, she had the confidence of a mature woman.The embassy circuit in Moscow was active and there were balls, concerts, conferences and openings nearly every night. Erica attended most of them. One evening, a famous Russian prodigy was playing the piano at the Institute and it was there that Erica saw Anna for the first time. She recognized her from the numerous photographs she had. "But..." But nothing. Your mother is on her way up. She heard your reaction to the story." She switched to mind mode. What have you told her?Only that I went to part of that rally, as a test of my ability to pass. he thought back.You should tell her.Not yet. It would be too much.You might be right. But at least tell her you saw it spreading there, and that you feel bad that you didn't do anything to stop it. She needs to help.Just then, his mother came through the door, looking concerned. "What. He is a good role-player, when he doesn't fight you.(Amy) That's a real shame then. Thanks. Now I'm informed.(*Anne-Mal) How about asking your question now Arlene.(Arlene) Troy, you seem to be fascinated by me, my clothes, and my time. Why is that? And I must add that you have always had time to talk to me, and that thank you dearly. *Curtseys*(Troy) My fascination with Arlene, her time and her clothes. She's very polite, very well mannered and dedicated to her cause. Her time is one of my.