As we walked Wendy talked me a bunch of questions about what we were going to do and where we were going. I told her it was a surprise and she would j...ust have to wait and see. We reached the couch like boulder in about a half an hour and I sat down on it. Wendy sat down next to me, with her little feet almost touching the ground. I waited in silence to catch my breath and figure out just how to start but Wendy beat me to it. “You said you would tell me what we are going to do when we got there. Tommy’s mother. You remember Tommy? You had such a crush on him when you were in high school.’ Karen drew in a breath at those words. She was back, and the old drama seemed to have waited for her return. Joan Patterson had gone to school with Karen’s parents. They were not close friends, Joan never came over to their house. But Karen remembered Tommy. He was a year ahead of her and she had all but thrown herself at him. He knew she liked him but it wasn’t mutual. He didn’t know how to tell her. I thought she looked hot but then felt dirty for thinking a 70 year old homeless woman was sexy.Of course she was popular with the other homeless guys. I was talking to the guy that appeared to be her close friend. He said that she was a little wild but he kept an eye on her to make sure she was safe. When I asked what that meant, he said that that she would have sex with a lot of people but he made sure that she only had sex with the ones she wanted. He asked if I had any alcohol. I said that. “So... not with Eddie?” she managed to splutter eventually, “He photographs you... with other men?”“Yes,” Leanne replied with a smile, “Would you like to see some of the photos?”“Do we have time?” I said, not sure where this was leading, or whether it was a good or bad thing. Especially when Nicola realised that I had known this before bringing her here, which I was sure she would find out eventually.“Yeah,” Leanne said before leaving to get the portfolios, “It’ll take five minutes maximum. You.