.. sorry... Dave Law that was once known as David Laurence and at one time lived in Kingsbury north London?" I could be. Why are you asking?"I've been...employed to find a David Laurence who lived in Kingsbury during the late sixties. I'm hoping that you're the man I'm looking for." I'd be silly to either confirm or deny if I'm the man whom you're looking for, when I have no idea what this is all about." Aye, now, there we both have a problem. You see I don't know what this is about either. I was. Except for mama’s room, the entire place seemed like it hadn’t been lived in for a long long time. I immediately took charge of the house. I cleaned up the kitchen first and cooked a simple, yet nutritious meal for mama and papa. I fed mama and forced papa to have something to eat. I made sure mama had her medicines and put her to bed.The hard medicines that the doctor had prescribed made her drowsy, and she was barely awake through the day or night. Papa spent all his time sitting in the old. John still had the same clothes on .Within 30 minutes it was clear that john was intent on getting smashed very quickly.sylvia just looked at him then me and rolled her as eyes. I moved in closer.John had gone off and was chatting intently to the young barmaid , who looked bored by him .sylvia said ' he always does this , not content with what he has.' Idiot ' I said.Sylvia pushed me with her lovely womanly thigh.My cock was already rigid , thinking I had a real chance here.it had been three. ”“OK, you’re the boss, Jeff.”We ate and drove, pulling up to a very old house on the edge of Abilene.“Who’s place is this?” she asked.“It’s my oldest uncle, Dad’s oldest brother. He’s 74, and his name is William Charles Seeberger.”“Do all the guys have a Charles somewhere in their names?” she asked.“Most of them do,” I said knocking on the door. “He was too immobile to be at Dad’s funeral. Be nice to him.”The door opened and I saw no glint of recognition, until I said, “It’s me Uncle Bill, Jeff.