She died a year ago in February.”“I’m sorry.”Changing the subject, I said, “My God, you have beautiful eyes. They’re like the azure blue w...aters of the Caribbean.”She smiled with a radiant smile and asked, “Do you go to the beach?”“Nope, I’d rather be in my boat out on the lake.”“I’m not much of beachcomber myself but I like to lounge on a beach chair with a book and get a tan. Do you have a yacht?”“Well, it isn’t exactly a yacht. It’s a small cabin cruiser.”“It sounds like fun. I’d like to see. It was a good thing I had brought back more whiskey. Sandy and Jas were unwinding after a pretty intense day and were doing justice to one of the bottles while Jack and I shared the other. I wasn't so far gone that I didn't notice the glances, peeks and, after awhile, leers that Jack and Sandy were exchanging. Suddenly Sandra stood, stated,“We've done enough tonight, I'm going to bed.” She was swaying quite a bit and staggered a little. Jack jumped up and declared, “Wait, I'll help you.” They. “Ok you two, time to get up for breakfast and I have to get to mass.”“Mass?” I said ignorantly.“It’s Sunday Brad,” said Marissa. “Tony’s going to church.”I made an “Oh” sound.“It’s an Italian thing Brad. Say, would you two like to join me? My mother would be thrilled to meet you and you’d make my uncle’s day to see Marissa again.” I knew that it would make his uncle’s day to see her; his uncle didn’t even care that I existed.“Isn’t Kaitlyn going?” I asked innocently.“Uh no, she’s not Catholic.”. Punana did know that its tongue had been severely modified. First, the flesh underneath its tongue had been severed. it also remembered months of sleeping with a device attached to its head that slowly stretched its tongue, a little each night, until now it could nearly lick its own eyelids. The tip of its tongue, an entire inch, was stiff and narrow as a straw, which let it push its tongue into tighter and tighter places. Master insisted on this and Doctor Tom made the arrangements. punana.