"Well, it looks pretty good, considering," Martha said, rubbing something on the healing wound."Look at all this red here, along this stitching. That'... not right," Missy said. "Fearsome." Nothing time and grits won't cure," Martha said, wrapping linen bandage around my leg and tying it off. She changed the dressing on my forehead and looked at the notch in my nose, squeezing a leaf that dripped juice on it. "Go on and pull up y'britches," she told me, packing up her midwife bag.I stood and did. I didn’t remember my dreams although I’m sure I had some. We had eaten at a nearby restaurant that served exactly what we expected, a meat and potatoes menu. This was cattle country and there was no place on the menu for that sissy west coast fare. Thomas and I laughed about it. It was the first time we’d laughed at anything since I discovered Georgette was missing. Before we retired, I called the highway patrol station and was assured by the night duty officer that there was nothing new in the. If they need me they will call my cell. I will leave, go park at the bus station and you pick me up there. Then back here for the night.”“You will make a good engineer. You’re a planner. Works for me. Want a steak for dinner?”“Oh, twist my arm you shameless, wanton slut!” That got me a smack, but she was grinning.~~~~~K~~~~~ I could not believe that the Tantric sex had worked out so incredibly. I had read much about it and had wanted to try it for some time, only lacking someone to do it. They were met at the airport by Uncle George and Auntie Bessie. AuntieBessie was Mother's sister. Tina was to stay with them and Bella andVictoria with another Aunt while Mother and Nancy, now 18, looked for asuitable house and awaited the arrival of the luggage.They all found England in the 1980s to be a culture shock but they soonbecame familiar with contemporary fashion and were allowed to adopt the Tshirt and jeans culture. Uncle George and Auntie Bessie proved a very kindly, rather.