Jennifer was slight of build and quite short for her age. Her face was still twisted from the ravages of her illness, and she walked with a pronounced...limp, but she walked, which no one would have ever even hoped for. For all her physical weaknesses, her eyes shown like beacons of light in that late afternoon sun, and she held tightly to her mother's hand, and clutched her bear with the other."Mommy," she asked, hopefully? "Do you think someone that Casey loved was there to meet her when she. He preferred to drive himself.Dad immediately took the diver's seat."Where is mom?" Rosy asked suddenly. "I'll go and call her." No..." I said immediately. I gestured her to stop. "You stay here with dad. I'll call her."Without waiting for her response, I went inside the house. Mother wasn't in her bedroom."Mommy..." I called out loudly."I'm here in the kitchen." She replied from the kitchen.I rushed to the kitchen. She was filling a water bottle. I quickly moved towards her and put my arms. " Yes, you are right, Enid. If it is not too much of a nuisance to you ... I can pay for my stay, any reasonable sum. The British Government paid me for my "duty", and there was that so-called inheritance from America, so I have some capital, and if I sell my house in Yorkshire ... I don't think I am going back there... , I will have some cash."Tom remarked, "Talking about finding cash, Enid tells me you suggested me finding a publisher on Rehome. As far as I know there is NO publisher on. Although I asked her regularly to wear things just for my benefit, over time I grew tired of asking and just decided that if my wife wanted to look a bit frumpy that was my lot in life. I don’t know if it was my rather incessant surfing of porn and smut on the web or what, but one day that all changed and things were never the same.I was sitting at the computer playing some dumb game when she walked into the room bare breasted. This didn’t really surprise me. Some time ago I asked her to go.