Grandpa Martin and Granny Maria, Dad andMum, and my sister Doris - we two girls each held a grownup's hand, andgot lifted onto Dad's shoulders in turn.... Afterwards, we went toKingston cemetery to put fresh flowers on Mamma Doris's grave. It's notall that far from the Copnor Road entrance, if you care to search round.In the years since then, she has been joined in the ground first byMartin, and then by Maria, and when we can find them in bloom in ourgarden, the flowers on the grave are always. Damn, but Harry Longman was the one and only media-figure I'd ever imagined meeting. I just never imagined I'd be wearing a dress, you know?The first step in getting ready was getting drunk. After a few shots of Tequila and with a stiff Scotch in hand, I felt boozy and fuzzy enough to confront the next crisis.What the hell was I going to wear? This wasn't like getting decked out before meeting up with Tom and hitting the bars on the weekend, you know? I mean, sure, I paid attention to what I. At least those guysall agree with me and we don't let no pathetic yes Ma'am, mask wearingsissies in, to breathe the air of real men. No more than six beersthough, have to work tonight, and I need to get some rest to shake thiscold and cough I have had the last few days.There is the proof for you, a simple cold that is all it is, so I cough,and feel like crap, been getting colds for years and never died from oneyet.I grabbed my favourite old leather coat, Dixie patch displayed proudly onthe. A white guy, scruffy, looked to be on something was what James’ man told me. He just pulled a gun and started shooting, no conversation, threats, anything. Probably just after cash, maybe for drugs. Who knows?” said Carlton.“What about Andrew?” She said, her brow arching up in concern.“He’s in a bad way. He likely saved Kari’s life. Fuck! We will never be able to make this shit up to him, none of it.“He’s in a medically induced coma,” he said. “The doctor doesn’t know anything for sure yet, but.