Malloy, the master of the Gwendolyn transport, was considered hopeless.Harriet appeared on the deck being clearly worried. She was ready for sea, her ...hair in a braid, and wearing her heavy, suede leather skirt.“What happened?”Tony pointed at the Gwendolyn.“A little wake-up call,” he grinned. “We tried nine-pounder signal guns first, but sand-bagging seems to be more effective.”Harriet looked at the transport.“They overslept?” she asked incredulously. “Oh dear! How could that happen?”“Look at. She made two calls immediately. The first was to “Mrs. Higgins,” as Susan thought of her, the woman who ran the life skills training or “charm school” for Susan’s modern day Pygmalion’s. She asked the woman to get word to Kara right away that her message had been received, that help would be forthcoming, and that Susan would meet her Saturday after the day’s training sessions. Kara could tell her all about it over dinner. The second call was to Pamela, a private investigator she knew, a capable. " Sorry Billy," she said. She sat down by my side, and helped me back up into a sitting position. "So, what d'you think?" I don't get it - where'd this tomboy side come from, all of a sudden?" Billy, I have a proposition to make. It's about next year. You know, Mom and Dad are going away to Texas, for Dad's sabbatical year. They're planning on leaving us here alone - which would be okay, I mean, we could look after ourselves, right?" Of course - we've already talked about this - that would be. ” Said Lara, “I promised you a sweet boy for this evening, now I wouldn’t hog him all to myself and send you home alone. What kind of a hostess and good friend would I be?”“Lara! You’re so outrageous.”It seemed like an episode of The Real Wives of Chichester. It certainly looked that way. They were so glamorous – and I bet could be bitchy enough for the TV show.Sat on the couch, with me in the middle, I put an arm around each of them, and alternately kissed one then the other. Four hands traced.