Going to Africa is something she had always wanted to do, as living in England had meant she never saw the sprawling plains of Africa and the animals ...t their most wild. I however grew up there and know the plains relatively well. She was pleased and responded with a seductive grin and the words ‘When do we leave’ ushered forth in a husky tone. We got packing and I took our bags down to the car. She came down in a rather practical jeans and a t-shirt. We got in the car and I drove off. Work had. William had planned carefully, laying in stocks of rice and beans (after all, this was New Orleans), canned goods, plenty of bottled water, tanks of propane and camping gear for cooking and light when the power failed. The contents of the freezer left with the family as did the computer, vital paperwork and the photo albums. Think ahead for the long term - there was plenty warning to choose what to take and what to leave. There were tears in his wife's eye when she left with their kids and his. Thats like saying a dog barks and has fur. lol, DUH! ahem, clears throat, moving on now.. You actually thought about driving to my parents place and getting me? I am so glad you didn't. I am not sure how well my dad would have taken that one! But that would have been wild if you did, in a way romantic if you think about it. I can only imagine. Things happen for a reason, it doesn't mean I think its good that we never stayed together. But, if I would not have ended things and moved in I would. "Look, I know what you're thinking. You can come out here, where I'm staying. I'm in this old house on Ulloa near Thirty-Seventh Avenue. The woman who rents me the room... I call her the widow Harper... she's really very nice to me. She's out of town in New Orleans for a few days. We would have the whole house to ourselves. That way you don't have to be worried that Sara might drop by in... you know, the middle of things."This was an even more urgent consideration than before, Laura knew, since.