Maybe I had outgrown it or maybe I had just been left me behind in more ways than one. I had spent two years in that building before my father became ...ll. Everyone I had grown up with would be gone. I hated the idea of returning to finish my senior year, but my mom had insisted. Not only that, she had insisted that I take part in every school function that came along. All that was demanded even before the doors to the school opened for the graduating class of 1963. I expected a truly miserable. Next morning I was awoken by a loud knocking on the door, not what I wanted after the night before.I dragged myself down to the door in just my dressing gown and opened it to find Doreen standing on the door step. She was the daughter of one of the other estate workers and several years older than me. As k**s we had played together at times with the other k**s of the same age who were from families who worked the estate. I had not really seen her for some time as she had got married a couple of. Mum, you want to say anything?" No." I could see tears in her eyes. David looked stunned. Dad had been his tower of strength for over 40 years. I decided I needed to play a role."This has been your home a long time. It's full of things and full of ghosts." Mum nodded. "How would it be if David came and spent a few days with me going through stuff and trying to relieve you of some of the work? Weena could do some with you on Tuesday, while Patrick and I are away. And I'll go through my books and. She glanced down and saw the direction of my gaze before I could avert it."Yeah, I know. They are pretty gross, aren't they?" No! No, they are not! They are absolutely beautiful," I said reverently."Oh? You like my boobies?" She stopped almost right in front of me."I think they are wonderful," I said as honestly as I could.But then she surprised me completely, suddenly pulling her sweater from waist to shoulders, then quickly lifted her bra, letting her globes dangle. She was obviously not.