She was wearing a chauffeuse’s uniform but like no other I had ever seen. It was a black suit made of leather, the trousers were tight – like a se...ond skin. The jacket was long and had a flared skirt. It was open and she was naked beneath it. ‘The car is outside for you now, Miss Greta.’ ‘Thank you, Eva. Come, Kitty. Let us go into the dark night.’ She took my hand and led me out to the car where Eva stood holding firt Greta’s door and then mine. She smiled reassuringly at me as I slipped onto. “But what brought you here to the Bay Area?”“My dad was given a promotion when I was about to enter my junior year of high school. He was named assistant manager at the Dow agricultural plant in Davis. We had a nice house and a good life there. When my folks were killed, we inherited quite a lot of money among the three of us, plus the house. Some of it was their savings and investments, and some of it was insurance. It left both my sisters and me quite well off. That’s how I can consider. Charleston isn’t quite New Orleans when it come to high livin’ and haute cuisine, but, to be fair, some of the restaurants in the old part of town come pretty damn close. So of course Fritz wanted to go in with us and open up a restaurant, a world class place to put the city on the culinary map. Betsy did too, really she did. Wouldn’t we move back, she pleaded, perhaps settle in, have some kids — ‘before it’s too late?’ I swear Betsy looked at the Rolex on her wrist as she said that, while Liz,. Not anymore. Before she had a chance to absorb it all, her mother proceeded with her story.“Sandra, your twin, contacted me by phone. She found out through a private investigator that I was her mother and she wants to meet me and you, Rachel. Will you come with me to see her tomorrow? She and her husband Keith will be flying up from California. We had a long talk and she seemed to really understand what I went through. She said she just wants to get to know us, her family.” Rachel and.