Shecomposed herself with an effort and went on."I was born Richard but I will die, when my time comes, as Pamela. My mainconsolation is our child, Ale.... Yes ours. We covered Richard's pregnancyby going to the Scottish Highlands for seven months, ostensibly for me toresearch and write a book. We stayed out of sight even though we were notso well known then. We emerged in our new roles with our child. Alex is inDublin on business. He is due back today."All this time she had been looking at the. ’ ‘This would be the place then.’ I laughed and started to walk around the car. ‘I could show you around if you want…’ Where did that come from? I was going home. He is not my type. Sandy brown hair. Tall. Big guy. Polo shirt, open at the neck. Probably perfectly pressed khaki pants and $300 leather loafers. ‘Hey, that would be great.’ Hooting now from the back seat. What was I thinking? He parks the car and they pile out. A herd of polo shirts and khaki pants. He has these startling blue. The next six weeks were busy. The crew continued work at their usual pace, six days on and one off, completing three or four houses a week. They were not big or fancy houses, to be sure, but small houses that the people in this not necessarily well-to-do neighborhood could live in, and houses that were probably better built than the ones Katrina had blown away. As before, Roger and Catalina mostly ran the Skil saws, and it seemed like a never-ending process. It still gave everyone, Amish. I just stood there and waited Iheard a car pull up the drive and stop outside the garage "Oh god I hopeit's not Maria" I thought. It wasn't he returned to the garage with ourtoy box and opened the garage door. He cut of the tape from my legs andfitted some leg chains, and then he replaced the tape on my wrists withhand cuffs but left my hands in front of me. "Ok you need to start loadingall of my new stuff into the car. So move it" I set about loading all ofour stuff that he had bagged up into.