We could head to my studio and take the photos right now. Right now? I was supposed to be doing something for Frank right now. Oh, but I need to buy t...is sexy lingerie first. Of course. You need something to wear while modeling, he said. If I buy this for you, itll be your payment. And then well head down to my studio. Its not far away. Youll be so sexy. But my husband… Hell want to see the sexy photos. Really? I asked in awe. Do you know my husband? Yes, I do. And he wants me to photograph. "We're just going to bed," Ruth announced with a giggle. Joy gave her a nod. Then they took Chris by the hand and led him toward the room where they had their pillow fight earlier."Holy shit," Andy muttered, shaking his head.Regan was just watching incredulously."Those two," she said softly. "He's going to think we're all just sluts."Andy couldn't help the chuckle that burst from his throat."What?" Regan asked."He's going to think he's died and gone to heaven," Andy replied. "He's already said. Unsure, I slowed the horse downand finally stopped. I wondered who he was. He was thin and dressedmostly in ragged clothes, the remnants of a Wehrmacht uniform.Frau Boettcher ran out to me, pulling the young man with her andbubbling with excitement." It's my son Franz! He actually had not beenright in Berlin when it fell. He has evaded first the Russian troopsthen the Americans and has gradually made his way home."She caught the young man's hand. "Franz, this is Hilde. She is arefugee from. Liz Grey does exist, I told myself again. Jeremy had conductedsome discreet investigations through his many contacts and hadestablished that the documentation Angela had arranged forElizabeth Anne Grey was genuine and, to all appearances,existed.Looking in the mirror, I smiled. There's proof, I thought,there's living proof that Elizabeth Anne Grey exists.I opened the wine and poured myself a glass, slipping the bottleback into the ice bucket. Standing by the window, waiting, Isipped the wine.