Would you explain why you might think my husband's ancestor that we wrote about and the one that is the ancestor of yours might be one and the same?" ... certainly will. I have the diary of the mother of the one we are talking about. Her name was Winifred Boylston, wife of John Boylston of Raleigh. She had three children, all boys. John Jr., Jason, the middle son and William, the youngest."Sarah broke in. "Thibadeau. I was asking about Thibadeau." I know. This may take a few minutes to connect. I took it and played the game on the face.At first, I wasn't sure I was seeing things right. One of the squares I cleared looked like the grand prize icon on the side, but that couldn't be right. I looked at Jordan and she was staring at the ticket with her mouth wide open.I looked again, read the instructions on the side, and studied the icons. I had a grand prize ticket worth thirty thousand dollars.The first words out of Jordan's mouth were, "No way!"I glanced around to make sure no one else. No hard feelings if you come to your senses and decide otherwise, that you don’t want me around; you’re probably still half-asleep, and in the morning you’re going to wonder if this was all just a bad dream.” She laughed. “No I won’t, and I won’t change my mind. And yes, we have a pool. I’ll be looking forward to seeing you.” “Me too. Goodnight, sweetheart. You sound happy, and I’m happy for you.” “Goodnight, Zach. I’m so glad you called, even if you did wake me up, you sorry bastard.” I. I kept putting such thoughts down to “wishful thinking” on my part and tried to ignore it.Over the next X weeks she popped round regularly, usually on the grounds to pick up any shopping I needed, but as soon as I went from a full plaster on my leg to a half plaster, she started inviting me round to join her and the family for Sunday dinners.This went on for a few weeks and I swear she was forever looking me over, but still felt it was wrong of me to think “that way” and thus suppressed my.