“Uhhhh...”“So you KNOW that I have money in the bank. That’s a big revelation?”“Well, kind of big. I was being prudent. Just trying to fin... out without being nosy.”“Not nosy to my face...”“Well,” she said in a tiny little voice.“Kind of sneaky. You could’ve asked.”“I know. But I was afraid you’d think it was about money. It’s not. Really. I have my own.”“Your own...” I repeated.“Yes. I work. I save. I may not be able to quit and drop out of society just yet, but I pay my way.”“What were you. The fifteen miles took almost an hour. The road comes to an abrupt end at a farm; there is a muddy area to park a car and a five-bar gate, locked, preventing vehicles from proceeding. Pedestrians can walk the quarter-mile or so along the track to St. Peter's Chapel which stands in a grassy space, sloping slightly towards the sea; it's the site of a Roman fort which provided the materials to build the chapel in the seventh century, the building instigated by one St. Cedd, a Celtic Christian. Is that ok with you Michele?" he asked defiantly.I nodded my head compliantly."Ok Michele; this is your chance to tell Angie all about your life inChelmsford. Tell her about your first prison term here, what happened toyou and how you survived; and then tell her about the recent stretch,"Steve ordered.And I did. I looked into my sister's heavily madeup eyes with my own andtold her the whole sordid tale.I explained to her about how during my first term in Chelmsford I becamethe accountant and. "They had just finished the first bottle when Sharon suggested that Gina open another, telling her that she had something very serious to talk to her about."Oh God this is hard." Sharon took a deep breath. "OK. I've told you just about everything, I think I need to tell you the rest. I told you about Fiona, the girl who was my assistant while I was there - well she... it seemed... at first I didn't think..." Sharon - you're driving me crazy. What happened did she hit on you or something?" Yes..