”“Bianca’s box,” I said in embarrassed confusion, as I searched his face to see if he was joking. Probably because of my last thought of what ...is wife was up to—indeed to what she and I had so recently been up to—I’d jumped to a conclusion about what he was referring to. But I knew that couldn’t be right. Gifford was looking intensely into my eyes, trying to convey I know not what.“Yes, our ocean house up on the bluff at the headland,” he was saying, showing me those big pearly teeth again. “We. . oh... 1770 or thereabouts.The smell of their hickory smoke mixed with the wonderful smell of the last stand of first growth one hundred to two hundred foot tall white pines nestled in a little valley between the dunes north of town told me the light wind was out of the north.Daybreak.Anderson Salvage steam tug number 2 must have a contract for a tow because they saluted the Lifeboat Station as their massive bow slowly assists the tide leaving the lake.Another morning ... weird dream .... If there is anything you want to try or do, please don’t hesitate to ask. There may be things I am not interested in doing, but if we don’t at least have the discussion, we will never know.” I leaned over and kissed her on the forehead. She smiled and mouthed the words, “Thank you”. I then took my hands away for her face.She took a moment to compose her thoughts but this time when she talked she was much more confident. She said, “I don’t know why this is, but I think the idea of a guy. Avatar-holograms for Captain Pierce Masters, Helva and, Bossie were arranged across from those physically present. Ostensibly there as hostess and gofer, was June – Mom – the sometimes concubine of Gunny or Melody or Vivie as whim and occasion suited. In reality, she was there as an eavesdropper and a consultant, again as the situation suited.It was almost too funny; June had been instructed to chime in whenever she felt she had something to offer, but Bossie had been told to zip it. Inkie.