She looked at Megan and raised her eyebrows, grinning ruefully. ‘I’m so sorry. You wouldn’t believe they are great friends would you?’ The gir...s had both said ‘sorry Ma’am’ and promptly scurried off to explore. ‘I think they’re sweet, and I see we share the same tartan. I’m MacLean too. My Mother went to my Gran’s home in Ayr to have me so I can claim to be a true Scot,’ Megan laughed ‘but afterwards she brought me back to England and I live there still.’ ‘You’re MacLean? Goodness what a. I asked if he would just leave them and to please add them to my bill. Stephan smiled and left the wine with us. Aunt Jean was curious now.“Why?” she asked simply.“We both have a lot of memories that hurt. This is the elegant way to dissolve some of them. Afterwards, we can either paint the town red or stock up on the way home. Much can disappear in this universal solvent my dear lady. Things seem to get better with the partaking of the more prodigiously potent poisons found elsewhere in. She actually liked the idea, but it was too close to home, in a sense.“Well, they need to know so they can do the birth certificate,” said Mom. “If you want something else that’s fine, but make up your mind.”We should have heard the strain in her voice, but we were all tired.And so it was that my first son, Bradley Robert Victor, came into the world, where three of the Victor women were waiting eagerly to receive him and hold him in their arms. Rashid held him, too, grinning like an idiot. He. Robert slightly drags his feet, quietly whimpering protests. When they reach the room, fingers grip tightly around the boy’s wrist and he is pulled inside. What Robert sees shocks him to his core. Lying on the bed and covered in blood is his mother.While he stands there, transfixed at the sight of his mother and the blood, his father pulls his pants off. Robert stands there as his father unzips and removes his pants too, shoving them down the boy’s legs.“I had to kill the bitch,” his father.