”They took him along the old swamp trail, toward the mysterious marker and the family tombs, an eye of dry land, all vine-choked mausoleums and squa... headstones with roses and gargoyles carved. The miasma of decay made Charles gag. The live oaks looked like twisted, grasping hands. When they passed the first mausoleum Charles was not surprised to see movement at its gate: After all, the entire family was coming to the reunion, right? Rusty old gates creaked and faded stone markers moved as gray. But here goes - I’ll do anything to have at least half what either of them have.”Lynn agreed. “I’m with Carol all the way. We were told that it’s possible we could look like Evelyn and Sherry, and we came here just on that possibility.”They stood facing me naked, and though both are beautiful - both of them are small all over.“We want to see you naked, Jerry,” Lynn told me.“I’ll take my jeans off, but I want both of you to step over and hug Sherry and Evelyn, together. Then, I’ll join you and. The divorce attorney explained it would take the court monthsto settle everything and that was the best-case scenario. In a casewith a wife that wasn't willing to cooperate, it could last years.The hot water from a shower usually soothed his nerves but everythingseemed on edge today. As he dried himself, he felt his nervestingling. He had to do something.He pulled a spare set of keys from his pocket and remembered Steve hadloaned him his sports car. Maybe a nice ride would take the edge. “I’m Abigail,” I nervously spouted back.“Well, nice to meet you, Abigail, what brings you to Big Horn County?” she smoothly inquired.“Work. I’ve been helping with the fires,” I replied, settling my elbows on her counter.“Ahh, a government broad,” she started.“You don’t seem like the usual type dear,” she sustained as she poured us an even-year Bordeaux, using the guise of heavy rains to drench conflagration, but like Greek fire, the libation had a lubricating effect.“How long have you been.