”She frowned quizzically. I smiled and then stepped over to my wall. That familiar photo still hung there: Heather, fishing on the Esopus river ... ...ow often had I looked to her enigmatic smile, as she stood in the rapids with the questioning fly line. Even now her impish little grin encouraged me, when it came to this rather paradoxical task I was about to perform.With a steeling breath, I took the frame off of the nail and placed it in the bottom of the box. Despite my resolve, my hands were. “No, he's my husband, not my dad,” I said in a tone. “Oh I'm sorry, he's just older than you. I don't know what else to say, I'm sorry, I had no idea. Well congratulations to you both,” The saleslady replied. Then she left. I was a little disgusted, but at the same time I knew that had come up before and would again in the future. Of course everyone saw it was bothering me. “Are you OK sweetheart?” John asked. “Yes, I'll be fine,” I replied. “You two go ahead, we'll catch up,” John said. “OK we. For this reason, I apologize.That being said, I am mostly writing as I go. I have a VERY loose concept, which just has major plot points. This is because I don't quite know how to transfer mental illustrations from mind to words. So if something needs clarified, please tell me.This story is also VERY lore and text heavy. I feel the lore is somewhat important, but know the text in traveling and what-not needs to be narrowed down. But I also feel personality and story are important to give it. "Why is it we haven't heard about it before now?"The question took Bob completely by surprise."I found it among a mass of papers and notes procured from an estate sale. How did you hear about it to begin with?" asked Bob, who was shaken."I have an old college friend who works at the Museum of Science and Industry," said Bellingham. "Imagine my discomposure when he called to congratulate us on the find, and I had to pretend I already knew about it." It isn't ready for public exposure," said Bob,.