...About the same time, some days further south, in Bohemia, a Gypsy wagonrolled into the small encampment. The driver, Tamas, was a man ofabout sixt... or so perhaps, with a white beard and a face so lined thatit was difficult to determine his age properly. He gave a broad grinand a wave, stretched to relieve his cramped muscles and slowlydismounted. He embraced the woman rushing to meet him, then the man ather side."It's nice to see you again, Stefania, and you too, Artur," said theolder man,. "What a beautiful room. This would have been the perfect place for our first time." Hey, I'm not going anywhere, and you aren't either. There'll be other nights," I said, taking her hand and leading her back to the party.The music was still playing, but no one was dancing. Cory and Claire were sitting on one couch, mesmerized by what was happening on the other couch. In the dim light, I could make Freddy out between Agnes' legs. Her skirt was pulled up to her crotch, and they were dry. That both mom and dad that had always been there for me got hurt, made me feel horrible.Mom announced dinner sometime later, and I somehow got down to the kitchen. Seeing my usually strong and smiling daddy now like a shadow of himself dragging himself towards the table made me nearly cry again. He couldn’t look at me at all during the meal, and just sat poking the food. When he left the room without a word I couldn’t help myself anymore, and started to sob. Mom stared at me.“I think you should. I said, "I know it must be difficult to live after the death of your husband as a widow mother." Yes, but many single, divorced or widow moms live alone. However, as you know, I'm not only looking for a stepfather candidate, but I want a special mate too."I was interested in her family background, because she knew mine from the PI's report. We talked about her parents. Her mother was born in Russia, who married an American. She had to wait a long time before getting permission to leave the.