He offered me a beer as we went down into the basement to watch the Twins and Royals. “You gotta stop getting’ hit by cars, kid,” he said, his b...oming voice echoing through the basement.“That’s what I wanted to talk to you about, Vic. It wasn’t a car. It was Courtney.”“Courtney? My Courtney?”Vic had a good laugh about that, but I looked him in the eyes. I wanted him to know how sincere I was. “She’s messed up, Vic,” I said. “She’s messed up in the head and you have to help me get to her before. There are differences between my relationship with Charlie and the one you have with mum." Oh, and what are the differences as you perceive them young lady."You said that you and mom loved one another from the outset, where mine is an arranged marriage even if I am the one who has done the arranging." It is, but since you have arranged it you must have seen in Charlie things you liked. What's more to expose your inner secrets to him in the way you have, you must also have felt you could trust. I just ... last night was the first time I’ve seen anyone have sex since that weekend. It was a little bit much.”I nodded. “You take your time and we’ll talk about it again. For now we all need to get ready to talk to Cheryl. You up for that?”She nodded and was glad of the distraction, perking up right away. “Sure. She’s gonna be thrilled to have all the help with the baby.”I grinned. “I’m looking forward to it too.”“You are?” she asked, a little surprised.“Sure. As she grows up, we’re gonna. They tasted more along the lines of game birds. They tasted better if hungover smouldering wood chips that produced smoke and not flame for a week. The flesh became more succulent. Whipper flesh for a wedding feast was considered a good omen for the couple.“Looks like, we have gotten the meat for your wedding feasts boys. You can have the feathers from one of mine, as a wedding gift,” Hador said.Yves and Snorre both grinned. Having two of the Whippers each and a Catalo skin, both were sure.