‘Amy Martin. Pleased to meet you, Mr. Connery.’ ‘Bud, please,’ I said. ‘Mr. Connery is my father.’ Amy smiled again. ‘OK, Bud,’ she sa...id. ‘I guess we’ll be neighbors for the next couple of months.’ ‘Amy! Amy! It’s time for lunch!’ The new voice came from behind me. ‘Oh, I’m sorry, I didn’t know there was anyone here. I’m Fran Martin.’ ‘Bud Connery,’ I replied. I looked the new arrival over and liked what I saw. ‘Call me Bud, please. I’ve rented the cabin next door.’ Amy’s mother was an older,. “Do you want some help with the washing?” I asked.“There’s no washing machine,” Monica sobbed. “I do it all by hand.”“With what?” I asked. “There was no detergent. I looked.”“I used the last of it on Thursday,” she replied. “I can’t afford any more until Wednesday.”“Hasn’t Simon got money?” I asked, thinking of the amounts he had been betting.“He has and he hasn’t. He has to support his wife and k**s, and me. He isn’t paid much and he has been getting extra by playing cards. He has a few pounds. "Are you Mr. Milestone," Harry asked. "The delivery man." Yes!"I have a telegram for you from Atlanta. I need your signature here please!"Alexander signed the letter."Is everything OK?" Marlowe shouted."Yes ma'am, I'm just delivering a telegram here for Mr. Milestone." Do you need anything else from me," Alexander asked."No sir, that's all I need from you. Nice place you got here!" Thank You," Alexander said."Well, I have to go I got another telegram to deliver in Statum Shores." You can get. Sooner or later someone will find out what is going on.” She looked at herself, “And the later that will be, the more humiliating it will be for me and my family.“But, how?” she wondered, as she looked at Ms. Brendan, busy on her phone. “How to do that without compromising everything? A talk with Robert, telling him all? No, I have been told not to do that. What friend could help me?” She went quickly through her list of close friends. “None of them,” she concluded. “None of them even remotely.