‘Of course,’ I said, taking Juliette’s hand and kissing it. ‘I’m very pleased to see you again.’ Juliette blushed and smiled her lovely s...ile. ‘I loved your latest book,’ she said. ‘I hope that we will have a chance to discuss it while we are here.’ ‘I’m sure that we will,’ I said. I collected my luggage and we set out for the hotel. In the taxi the girls explained what had happened. Juliette wanted to see me again, but of course she could not write to me directly. So she and Madeline had. The babies feel it. Margaret has been holding on to me for dear life. Please don’t go away for a week any more without us.”“I’ll do the best I can. Oh! Also, I called to let you know that I met some young musicians and they invited me to sit in at their gig tonight. So I am going to pack and get ready to leave in the morning and then I am going to go to their gig. I might not get to bed tonight so I’ll sleep on the plane.”“I meant what I said about tomorrow, you better not fall asleep inside of. I admired his honesty and forthrightness. My husband and I lived a happy and fulfilled life; having and raising a son. And then it ended abruptly...when he was killed in a farming accident!Tommy was eleven then. Growing up I noticed he had a lot of his father's traits, especially his fetish for stocking feet. I always saw him looking at my feet as I always wore hose every day because it pleased his father and I still wear them because I enjoy them so much. Of course, being our son, I had never. I recognized a lot of them and felt pity for their subdued early morning spiritless attempts to gather information for their puppet-masters downtown. I saw a redheaded stringer at the Daily News standing behind the police tape with her hastily pulled on too-tight jeans and no bra look at me with recognition in her sleep-deprived blue eyes. Strangely, I couldn’t recall her name but I knew with certainty that I had screwed her nice and slow in the men’s room of the cop bar I favored before.