.. What about it?”“Nobody had ever called me ‘X’ before you did, and nobody ever smiled at me the way that you did, and nobody has ever told m... that they loved me ... until you did. This whole ride we have been on together has been fantastic starting back at that first cotillion and I just want to say to you...”“What is it ... what is it you want to say to me? Say it now; we won’t have time until later. Come on Charles, you can say it, whatever it is, just say it.”Her eyes were brimming with. I pretended that I had idea of the photos I'd just discovered, but it was difficult. I was quite surprised to see anything like that, and the fact that there was obviously a black guy with her as the pictures were taken meant, among other things, that she was either 'cheating' on my step-dad, or possibly that the photographer WAS my step-dad, and if that were the case, then there was a whole other side to their lives than I'd ever thought!Later that night, after the house was quiet, and my. With me are three Elizabeths, two of whom I aided in escaping their collapsing timelines.”“But not the third?”“Correct. Sir, if I may inquire, are there any more substantial provisions here? While this small meal is appreciated, we all in need of significantly more sustenance.”“I am sorry, but we only stock the cabin with a small supply of food that won’t spoil. We’ll be happy to provide more, but we’re still roughly forty-five minutes away from your location.”“Very well, we shall await your. I guess Mum had given me a chance to improve my attitude but must have come to the conclusion my behaviour wasn’t going to improve without a “nudge.” If nudge was the right word. A discipline spanking was more like a left hook. “Now go to your room and get ready for me” she ordered, quite calmly but forcefully now as always once the decision had been made. I went upstairs to my room. I would have to wait to be called which I knew was never less than an hour. Thinking time Mum said. Thinking.