Memories, vivid, living memories, came flooding back. She turned to him, buried her face against his shoulder and wept."Hey, hey..." he wrapped his ot...her arm round her and held her as she shook."Tom..." I'm here. Chrissie, I'm your friend. I will always be here when you need me."The funeral was at eleven.The little chapel, St. Nicholas-at-the-Ferry, was packed. Locals who just wanted to say 'goodbye' to a respected neighbour and friend. Family – by blood and adoption, other friends.Annie Knight. I got dressed and went to the kitchen. There she was, with her back to me, standing at the sink washing a couple of cups while the coffee perked. ‘The coffee will be ready in just a few minutes,’ she said, smiling at me. I’m sure that what happened next will be burned in my memory for the rest of my life. Looking at her standing there, smiling at me, all the good feelings about her that I had accumulated over the last twenty-six months just welled up in me. It was like my heart was bursting. In. She turn and looked at me while fixing her straps. “That was great daddy, but my back is a bit sore as well.” “What do you need?” I asked. Tammy looked me in the eye and said, “I was thinking that if I went upstairs and laid on the bed, you could rub my back for me.”Now let me tell you that my head was reeling with all kinds of possibilities at this point. But I tried to be the sensible one at this point. “I don’t know if that is a good idea honey.” “Oh please daddy. It will make me feel so. ”“You don’t need to be introduced, they’re cars.”“These cars need formal introductions. The only American car that I know is on the place is that 1934 Cadillac shooting brake ... and I bought that so I could get the girls here from the airport.”“You flew in?”“I flew down. Seven of us. Six teenagers and a 22 year old.”By now Pete realized I wasn’t going to go with him to look at the boats until his sister was satisfied. He meandered back. “Shooting Brake? Hearse you mean.”“Pete ... don’t get on.