Oh, there were so many other stories I wanted to tell, so many tales of the "ancestors". I looked across the room again at the picture of Mike and the...companion picture on the other end of the shelf. A young me in a simple white dress with flowers in my hair clutched an equally young Mike by his arm. He looked so handsome in his uniform. The day we were married. After all that had happened, I was able to experience an old saying I had only been able to dream of for centuries: "Happy the Bride. Her t-shirt had a huge neckline & I could see most of the hemispheres. Suddenly I realized that she was looking at my eyes, & told her the actual purpose of my visit.“Well, actually, no one is at home now, it would be better if you could come back after a couple of hours, my parents will have returned by then”, She replied.Hearing this, I was on the verge of leaving, but suddenly realized that it was pretty hot & I could do with a glass of water. On telling her this, I was invited inside. Once. A few moments later, there was a knock on the door and he opened it.“Hi, my name is John,” he said with a weak laugh. “I know, ironic given the situation. I understand your name is Rebecca.” His eyes swept over her from head to toe and back again. He took off his suit jacket and walked over to the champagne, pouring two glasses without asking her if she wanted any. He was used to being in charge.He brought her the champagne and sat on the chaise longue that was facing the couch. “Cheers,” he. "I'll always love you, Rosita. You're my very special second wife."I turned to Sheryl and asked, "Can you see where I can take Rosita? Please help us to take care of her."Sheryl told us, "Take Rosita home and I'll be by later to tell you what I've found. I think the research center in Lexington will be the place for her, but I'll get some opinions from other doctors. Go on, take her home."We left my truck at the clinic and drove home in Millie's red SUV. The two women sat in the middle seat.