“Would you like something to drink?” Angela offers. “Err, sorry what was your name?”The girl nods. Something about the way that she bows her h...ad gives Angela the impression that her interests are not entirely academic. “Jacqueline,” she says.“Well, why don’t you fetch us both something. You’ll find glasses in the kitchen. Scotch for me, Coke for you. All right?” Angela, feeling satisfaction at the way the girl nods compliantly and scuttles off at her order, smiles as she contemplates a more. I began to think I was on to something. Dog breeding was one thing and not “all sorts”. Then she stunned me. “Maybe I could suggest someone to talk to” she said “Adele would help you out”. I got this Adele’s address and phone number. Called her I was told that the next day would be convenient and she would explain what Mona was talking about. I excitedly told Mr Giles that I thought I had found a way to find out for sure if these rumours were true.The next day I went to meet Adele. She was. Maybe a glass of warm milk would help, she thought.Mind made up, Kristin climbed out of bed and headed for the kitchen. As she passed the door to her mother's room, she heard a rhythmic squeaking and a low-pitched moan.Kristin was worried about the moan. Was her mother in pain? She peered through the space left by the slightly ajar door - and was shocked by what she saw.Her mother was on her hands and knees on the bed, and Kristin's Uncle Nick - her mother's own older brother - was behind her. I felt like a sissy and a disappointment.After we were seated, he ordered a whiskey and soda. I ordered a glas ofChardonnay. Dad didn't say anything, so I supposed he was fine with meordering an adult woman's drink.We sat in silence for a couple of minutes. I then broke the ice bythanking him for all his support. "I know this is hard for you," Isaid, "And I'm sorry for putting you through it." You don't have to apologize," my father said. "I'm the one who shouldapologize to you. I was a real.