She said, “Come on. We need to meet the others or they might think we are doing something else.” And she walked out with my clothes in hand.I said..., “Please Jeni. I need to get dressed before we go to lunch. I’ll show my cunt at the table, but I need to get dressed before we leave.”She answered with, “No, you know you can’t wear any clothes. You never leave work dressed and you really don’t want to argue with me. Now let’s go.”I slowly followed the two of them out of my office and down the hall. ”“Mom, I never could fool you, could I?” Just before Ann got into the van, Mom wanted a hug from her.“You two enjoy yourselves. I expect to hear all about your trip when you get home.”“We’ll tell you, Mom, most of it anyway.”“That would be enough.”We hadn’t got down to the end of the street when Ann said, “Your Mom knows something, doesn’t she?”“I think so, but she didn’t ask. I never could keep anything from her.”We arrived at the motel where Ann had reserved us a room a little after noon. We. He walked inside the station and crossed the huge expanse of travertine and walked up to the New York Central’s ticket counter and paid for his sleeper on the one o’clock train to Boston, then puttered across to a newsstand and picked up a New York Times. The headlines were still full of speculation about what had really happened in Dallas, had Oswald really been the lone gunman, and if that was so, what about witness statements about gunmen on what was fast becoming known as the grassy knoll?. But, he surmised, she had a lower centre of gravity and he'd rarely seen her keel over."C'mon," she told him, "sweet dreams for you... drunken bastard!" Wha? Leave me alone," he slurred. But he offered no resistance as she pulled him from his chair and deposited his body on the floor. With a crash, she fell down next to him."I think I'm drunk," she mumbled. But 'Oz' was already in a coma.The next day they regretted the indulgence of the night before. 'Oz' groaned piteously and Catalina told him.