” I handed her a towel. As she took it she looked me directly in the eye. “And I am no better now, it seems.” She spoke with sadness in her vo...ice. “You have one advantage, Jemima, a huge one as I see it.” “I do?” she replied. “You do. You know what you have become and are unhappy about it. You can change and that makes you stronger than them.” “Damn it Karen, you are right!” Her face lit up, “I can change, I will be stronger!” Suddenly she threw the towel onto the shelf and hugged me so. Sheer coincidence, she's an old, old friendof mine, and we bumped into each other at the airport. We've known eachother for ever but I haven't seen her since she went overseas, so itseemed like a good idea to fill in the wait by coming back here tofreshen up and I did so want her to meet Tom. I'm sure they'd have alot in common."I thought I was going to die as I turned to face my mum. I wasn't readyfor this yet. Then I saw she wasn't wearing her glasses. My mum is avery attractive woman, even. “This is the name of my handyman. He’s very good at fixing things like that.” She smiled brilliantly. “If you need anything else, just wave.”She turned around and left.“But what about...” Rhonda was staring after the waitress. She looked back at Janet. “What’s going on?” she complained.Janet was staring at the paper. She knew this man. She knew his mother, actually. His mother was a war baby mother. Janet had sat with them at town celebrations before. As a divorced woman, she was welcome in. "Shall I use my hands like I did last time?" he asked his mother after a moment."Yes sweetie."Sammy put the spongue aside whilst his mother grabbed a bottle of luxurious scented shower-gel."Hold out your hands," she said.Sammy did so, and Anne poured a big glob of the golden, syrupy gel into each of his palms. Once she'd put the bottle back, she then knelt there with her already soaped up boobs ready for her son's attention. His beautiful dark brown eyes twinkling with delight, Sammy clapped.