Very few local men joined us and as far as I know the Jersey militia was not to be seen.After one scattered action, I found myself separated from my c...mpanions and decided to take advantage of that situation to leave the army, again, at least for a while. At the time it seemed like a good decision. I was sore, hungry and unpaid. I threw away my cockade and my black neckcloth and presented myself to an burly innkeeper near a river ford as a veteran seeking work. He hired me on to tend his stable. When Tom got inside, his curiosity got the better of him and he opened upthe package. Sitting in the top of the box were the three white Tea Apronsand underneath them were the two Housekeeping Dresses. There was somethingabout the contrast between the white aprons and the black dresses withtheir white collars and cuffs that Tom found oddly fascinating. These werenot sexy uniforms like the French Maid uniforms out of most people'sfantasies. No, these were strictly utilitarian in nature and the. Both of them almost made me cry, seeing the joy, the love on his face as he stared into mine as if lost. There was a picture of me in a crib, next to the bed my mother was in. And there were several of her in the bed, holding me. In a couple she was feeding me from a bottle.Next up were the growing up shots. Daddy with a safety pin in his teeth, changing my diaper. My mother giving me a bath in the sink, Daddy's arm coming in from somewhere to the side of the picture, supporting me while she. I’m guessing that’s you,’ he nodded to Lisa, still keeping his serious face. ‘What?’ both John and Lisa asked at the same time. ‘Here’s the card for the law firm that sent me,’ the driver said, handing over a fancy business card. ‘You can call them, if you wish.’ John quickly dialed the number, while Lisa stood by his side, neither one taking their eyes off the driver. When John hung up the phone, he turned to Lisa. ‘We’re both in my father’s will,’ he told him. ‘We need to go to the reading.