” “Then why do you feel guilty about it?” Will asked. Belita didn’t say anything for a while. Then she let out a mirthless laugh. “Alright, ...ood point. I dinnae think it’s something ye can just talk me out of it though. The feeling might not have merit, but I’m still feeling it. I lost a dozen of my crew. I’m the captain. I can’t help but feel like it’s my fault. If I’d done things differently maybe this wouldn’t have happened.”“Sometimes, you don’t make any mistakes at all, but still lose,”. I was surfing the web checking out the newest swimsuit calendar and had almost cleared my mind of Mother and Bruce when I heard them giggling and stumbling up the stairs. Mother's room was at the other end of the hall from mine but the walls were paper thin and I knew if things headed in the direction I was expecting them to, I was definitely in for an earful. At first I got up and was going to ride my bike to Jake's to see what he was up to, but then the thought of mother standing on the. I held it up to me, looking in the long mirror, “It does look nice.” I had spoken aloud, without realising.“That looks totally gorgeous on you.” It was Becks stood behind me.“Oh, hello there, do you really think so? It's not too bright?”“Believe me, it suits you just perfectly, you’ll be stunning in it, a real lady killer.”What did she just say? I thought. ‘Lady Killer.’On an impulse, I decided to buy it. After I had paid, Becks asked me, “Fancy a coffee or maybe something stronger? I know just. But how else should he have written it? Right now shewas Lady Ann and he was Burt. He'd been forced to accept that over andover. There was absolutely no denying it. Writing the opposite wouldjust be absurd. And he certainly couldn't bring himself to write theletter out again differently. It had been hard enough to do it the firsttime.But the thing that really clinched it was the fear that the letter mightfall into the wrong hands. What if he signed it Lady Ann in that awfulhandwriting and.