It seemed like Sharri held me to her chest all day long as I cried my heart out. Twice a quiet voice intruded and both times Sharri shushed them.Event...ally my tears dried up and even my dry sobs settled down.“Do you feel better for that?” Sharri asked me.I was about to say are you joking or what? When I suddenly realised she was right, I did.“A little thanks. Is Richard here?” I asked fearfully, what would I do if he came to visit. I couldn’t deal with that now. There was a long pause and for a. 'How did you know?''Well if you spend any time at all around Tamsin then you get to notice wheelchairs a lot better. Plus, she wouldn't even give me a hint as to what you looked like.''You don't mind then?' She asked shocked.'Mind what, that you're in a wheelchair? Not at all. What say I sit down and we have a chat.' I said and said down on one of the many park benches. Vee moved up to face me.'Aren't you disgusted?' She said, now with a little anger in her voice.'I don't follow.''Don't try to. “Never mind,” I finally said.“Well, I....” She turned to my dad. “Don’t you have something to say?”Dad seemed weirded out too, but he seemed to brush it off. “Well, he did like Judy Garland as a kid—”“David!” she said. “What’s the matter with you?”“Well, it’s true,” he said. “Remember how much he made us watch Wizard of Oz?”“Your child just told you he’s gay, and that’s the first thing you think of?”I put up my hands. “Mom, it’s fine. Just let it go.”She turned to Amy. “So what about. He said she was most welcome, stopped her babbling by kissing her soundly, and deposited as much of his potent semen in her womb as he could force out of his body.Getting the winery to that point took a lot of work, and the women of the Winkle clan learned that it was the kind of work they not only enjoyed, but relished. Martha, June and Betty were trained by Annie to participate in and supervise the once a year pruning of the vines, which kept them busy during that time. Then there was pest.