Madame will want toinspect you."She took his hand as if he was a young boy -- or girl -- and led him backto the bedroom. Wanda was fanning herself wi...h an improbable-looking furfan. She smiled approvingly as they entered."Very good, Mira," she congratulated. "I do believe that Gregory willagree that you have done a fine job. This is the person I wish Steven tobe from now on." If I may, Madame, let me suggest employing the name I have given him.He can be called Stephanie."Wanda's laugh was. .”“Carlita ‘n’ Brindy’s Dave?”“Yep.”“Why?”“Because I’m a man with two wives and I don’t know how to handle it. What I’m supposed to think ... How I’m supposed to work with TWO of you.”“You just come home,” she purred. “Everybody here loves you and we’ll help you work it all out.”“You didn’t ask what he said.”“Honey, I talk with Brindy and Carlita all the time. I know that Dave’s figured it out. So will we.”I heard rustling, then “Hi, Dad...” Deena. And that ‘Dad’ thing that gives my conscience. This one… this one was both good and bad—roguish and wilful…Kim’s thoughts were becoming clearer, reflecting her true, inner being. Her soul, if you like.He smiled to himself. She was an artist. And a writer—he’d seen that! A writer of love, passion, and eroticism; she had a fertile imagination, coupled with a ribald wit. She liked to put herself into her stories, becoming the character she wrote—different, but the same. And in her stories, she enjoyed misbehaving.Just like she did in life.Yes,. The last thing left to do was to sort piles of dry washing into the seemingly hundreds of drawers in the vast master bedroom. Where to even start?After a while the pieces of the puzzle seemed to be falling into place. I’m definitely calling town off, she decided, rubbing her aching shoulders and hoping it would only be a week or two before her muscles were used to physical work again.The final drawer that she opened was one of the biggest and she immediately realised that it was the wrong one..