Especially in the sun, for Mary was a closet naturist. She had loved the feel of the air and the sunshine on her skin and had encouraged her children,...and, so far as she could, her grandchildren, to follow in her footsteps.Finally, the painkillers began kicking in and she began to drift off, her thoughts returning as ever to the past and the treasure trove of memories buried there. Unbidden, the memory of young Sam’s visits just before the war came to her mind. He had just turned 14, same age. I followed suit, of course laying on my stomach was an issue with the cage. Trista just looked at me and smiled.Soon after, there was a knock on the door and Alana came into the room. She spoke directly to Trista and ignored me. She said that she would get started and that Jake was finishing up with some other customer and would be in soon. (Being the bright mind that I am I assumed that Jake was her husband who I had also met at Bolt's store.) Alana told Trista that they could start with the. "What would you prefer?" I said."Together," she replied. "I mean it'll be easier. Do you want to go to dinner first?"I was stuck. I wasn't sure if Greg, Kellie and Carrie were planning to ride back with me. I assumed since I was picking them up, they would need a ride back."I'm having some friends over for dinner beforehand," I said. "We're all going into the city together. They need to be there sort of early, so you can eat with us here if you want."There was a definite sadness in Melissa's. But that was abruptly shattered, and Samantha wonder if it would have been better to find out he was sleeping with some chick at the office and having nightly cybor on the computer. She had gone shopping, telling Bob she needed some craft supplies. She often did this, more times recently than previously obviously, and it was not uncommon for her to pick up a girl friend of her, her sister, or even one or two to neighborhood wives and be gone several hours. That day she had forgotten her list.