“Oh?”“Yeah ... my sister struggled with depression for most of her life, attempting suicide three times. She’s currently stabilized on her new...st medication, but she talks about you all the time. She’s cursing the fact she didn’t book a ticket the first time she heard reports about you—even though they were unsubstantiated at the time.”“I may be around in the future. Bring her by sometime and we’ll talk.”She brightened up, smiling broadly. “She’ll appreciate that.”“Ah, Mr. Walker,” someone. "Not at the moment. I'll wait until we've collected some things from the flat. I don't need any more help thanks, Andrew. I'll be fine."Slightly mystified he left her.Despite all her previous worries she fell into a deep and refreshing sleep and when Andrew woke her with a gentle kiss she responded with a smile."Cup of tea," he said, "and then we'll go and collect some bits and pieces."Over the cup of tea Andrew sensed she was nervous."Tell me," he said. "Something's worrying you." I-I can't. Around 1:30 p.m. Allison turned up in her blue Falcon. She looked stunning, dressed in a dark blue suit over a white blouse and with high heal navy shoes. The suit skirt came down just above her knees and she had dark shear stockings on. “Hi,” said Allison. “I tried to call you last month when I came into town, but could not catch you.” “Oh! I’m around most evenings, from about 5:30 p.m.” “I can’t phone in the evenings, we need to sort our way around that one. Aren’t you going to invite me in?”. If she told the truth about her marriage, how would Jena react? Throwing caution to the wind, she blurted out the biggest secret they had kept from their daughter, "Your Dad and I have an open marriage."Margo watched her daughter absorb the shocking news. Jena looked surprised. She looked back at her father standing in the ocean before asking, "The two of you fuck around?"Margo nodded. "Mostly as a couple, but not always."Jena reflected on the newsflash, startled by the news as she tried.