She raises her hands, her dress drops down and she gives us a big grin. “Satisfied?”“Yes, thank you,” I manage to mutter. Paul laments, “I d...idn’t get any pictures.”She gives him a tsx tsx look and goes to the kitchen.When she comes to the table next, I pat the seat beside me on the bench. She sits down and I ask, “When do you get off?”“Why?”“I have a proposition for you. We would like to take lots of photos of you. We are not professional photographers. They would be for our own private use. After Oli left for the office I downloaded a boilerplate will off the Internet and filled it in, making sure that every possible asset I had would go to her and that the state wouldn’t be able to get any of its grubby hooks into my lady’s future. I needed someone to witness it and looked out the window. Harold, across the street, was a retired naval Chief Petty Officer. He’d been the Boat God on nuclear subs with a ferocious reputation for proper procedure and discipline. Now he spent his time. He was more mature (I think I have a thing for men who are older than me!!), very intelligent…a bit of a geek…but very sure of himself…he was very respectful and attentive to me.When we started playing and singing, I took my guitar and for the first time I took up the chords of a Mauritian song – By Cassiya – Ici kot nou eter. Everybody fell silent as no one knew the chords or the beat. It was just me and my guitar…and as I strum along the melancholic chords and lyrics, A. joined me for the. They were both crying before they even came in the room, and if I had had any notion of stopping crying, that was now thrown out the window.I hugged them both in the doorway to the room. I didn't even know what to say to them. What do you say to parents who have just lost their only child? What do you say to them when they look into their granddaughter's eyes and see their own daughter who they will never even talk to again? We all just sort of took up space for the next hour or so. Passing you.