Then, when she saw Brook House and saw how the wild flowers had taken over the yard, she had the urge to clear it out. But this was overtaken by the u...ge to paint it as it was. And when she started painting at Brook House, she couldn’t stop. And when she had painted her heart out at Brook House, she moved on to the other settings that she had painted in the winters ten years earlier. She wanted to paint them in the spring now. And it was the spring of 1945 and the meadows were coming alive—and. Angie was freshly divorced and so she was alone at the reunion, and since my mom had been kind of like a big sister to her back when I was little, they were getting along grand. And drinking along grand, too, I should add. I guess mom was using dad’s absence to make up for some lost time, since I’d never seen her drink that that before. Eventually, after supper, things started to break off, as some people had to put their young k**s to bed, or were too old to stay out very late. A few of the. "Us? Cameron, you are paying for this yourself," I said."Me then. They will try to rip ME off. You know that Dean, so why don't you just go in there and handle it?" Cameron asked, correcting herself."Well, first of all I don't even know what kind of car it is," I said incredulously. I was tempted to just yank Cameron out of the car and make her be held accountable for what she had done, but I was paid to get stars out of jams like this so my more rational mode of thinking took over."It's a jet. .Just relax for now and breathe with me."We began to take relaxing breaths together as we both slowed the pace down. As she rolled off me, she took my hand and we walked to our cars. I was entranced by this woman. I could fall in love with her. Or maybe I was already. I knew the last ferry to Sag Harbor would leave without me.She lived not too far away and in about five minutes we pulled into her driveway. Her cottage was set back off the road and in a large clearing surrounded by tall pines..