“Then we need to get her out of that hospital and into somewhere where they may actually do some good,” I went on, “Aunt Mary is there a private...hospital around that we can transfer her to?”“I don’t know,” she said, “and I probably can’t find out before it’s time to take her back.”“Then ring Sarah Green and ask her,” I said.“It’s Christmas eve, I can’t just ring out of the blue and ask.”“Of course you can,” I replied, “it involves your daughter’s well-being.”She went off to ring Sarah, and I. The ships were sound and did not need major repairs. No, he decided, chances to see Harriet were marginal.Tony was standing on his quarterdeck, letting his telescope sweep around to take in the ships of the convoy. As had to be feared, the Bay of Biscay was showing itself from its worst side, with gale force winds and lashing rains. Although the direction of the wind - due west - was ideal for the convoy, they made little way under their doubly reefed topsails, for showing more sails was not. Seth, one of the few submissive wolves and a childhood friend, escorted us in his furry form to where they'd left her before heading off for much-needed baths.All that remained attached to her torso was her head. Her arms and legs were in several pieces scattered around the small open space between trees, evidence that they'd taken her a piece at a time. Her back looked like ground hamburger, her wings no more than stumps on either side of her spine.The Vampire kicked her over so that she was. "You're special." Just sharing with someone I had a great time with yesterday and still this morning."I dropped her off by her rental car. "Careful of the sand drifts." I waved as I pulled ahead. I parked in the carport, she behind me. As she turned the ignition off, I leaned in the open car window and kissed her. "Welcome home." I kissed her again.She laid a small suitcase on the bed next to me and unzipped it. Inside there were 2 more bathing suits, a few blouses, and a single pair of.