Lena looked in to my face and whispered, "I could tell what you were thinking just then. You fancied her, you wanted to fuck her didn't you. But that'... OK, you can want all you like, you can look all you want, as long as you don't touch OK?" She paused, "OK?" No it wasn't like that Lena honey, truly." I lied, "I just thought I knew her from somewhere, you know when you think they're a friend's daughter or something." I believe you, thousands wouldn't." Up to that point, we'd been chatting about. " Mom isn't here, either." Does that bother you? She would have come, you know." Nahh ... it's all right." She hummed and looked at her fingernails some more. "Would it freak you out if you knew something ... intimate ... about your kid?" Is something bothering you?" Nothing's bothering me. It's just personal. And I would prefer you didn't tell mom." Brenda's voice was getting more slurred and indistinct. I imagined the wine was really starting to catch up with her."I won't tell. Go. Mr. Opus had jumped from the top of a ten-story building intending to commit suicide. He left a note to that effect indicating his despondency. As he fell past the ninth floor, his life was interrupted by a shotgun blast passing through a window, which killed him instantly. Neither the shooter nor the deceased was aware that a safety net had been installed just below the eighth floor level to protect some building workers, and that Ronald Opus would not have been able to complete his suicide. Wind buffeted the rain, slashing it against the windows and I was glad that I was not with dad out on the rough channel that I knew would be buffeting that flat old train ferry. No pictures today with the camera, I thought. Sipping my tea and eagerly waiting my mum`s arrival. After a time I realised she was not leaping out of her bed, so I decided to get some cornflakes to stave off the pangs. In the kitchen I found leant against the cereal box an envelope marked ‘Peter’ and a parcel Bowl in.