I do have an inspiration for this style of singing, but without the voice I’d have no chance of emulating the sound.’ She walked to a cupboard and...extracted a vinyl album which she placed on a turntable. Soon the room was filled with a voice not unlike hers singing a similar arrangement of the ‘Ave Maria’. ‘This was one of my mother’s favourite albums from the 70’s.’ She handed me the album sleeve, it was a self titled album from someone that I’d never heard of, an Australian singer, Kerrie. The rest of the night was all video and no audio.Sunday morning, we lay late. I tried to mend fences, but Jean seemed pre-occupied. I put my arm round her and tried to curl into her. She pushed my arm off, got out of bed and headed to the bathroom. It looked like this day was going to be a repeat of the previous night. I got up to make breakfast. Jean came up behind me in the kitchen and put her arms round my waist. She hugged close and said, "I'm sorry for all that. I'm just tired and. Touching her still felt awkward. "I'm sorry."Carrie laughed. "No need to apologize for that, Natalie." No, not that, that was great," I said. "But ... everything. Over the years. You've been way too good to me."Carrie stroked my cheek. "Well, the thing about love is that it kind of trumps everything." She leaned in and gave me a strangely chaste kiss."You still love me?" Since the day I met you, and probably until the day I die."My gut did flips. Love? What the fuck was I supposed to do with. "Mary hasn't died. Not yet at least, but she doesn't have much longer. So I really wanted to see her before it's too late. I take it from your responses that you're both interested in coming as well?" Hell, yes," Chalise announced. "You'd better take us with you. Besides, knowing you, you'll probably need a shoulder to cry on afterwards." I had to glance over their shoulder at Cate when she said this, but she just shrugged in acknowledgment of what she said. Without another word Anh drove off.