"God, to be nineteen again!" Louise said. "What an incredible fucking body you've got!" Don't give me that!" I answered. I really thought she was wron...g about that one. Louise's body was tight and trim and she was, to my eyes, every bit as attractive in the nude as I was. "You look incredible naked!" Thanks," she said. "I do, don't I? I think even Don -- who has a wonderful eye for the female form -- was a little bit surprised -- pleasantly surprised -- the first time he saw me naked." I think. I had opened Schrödinger’s box.“Laramie Wyoming Bell, born summer of 1873. Beloved of Kyle Redtail, 1889. Mother of Kaylene Redtail Bell. Died December 24, 1929. To the very end she listened for the cry of the redtail hawk.”Oh God! I was hyperventilating. Laramie Wyoming Bell was my great-great grandmother. I was my own great-great grandfather. I stumbled out of the study and ran out the back door of the house with the Bible clutched against my chest. Before I reached the family plot I heard it. ‘My trailer is down by the water. It’s blue and white with New Hampshire plates,’ she said. ‘I close up here at eight, you can meet me there around nine…if you like.’ The out of town artists had built their temporary city of trailers and motor homes – as they did every year – on the southern most rim of the fairgrounds, overlooking the shores of Harbor Cove. From her directions, I easily found Sophie’s interim residence. Her trailer was set up at waters edge, adjacent to the very spot old Owen. Mary looked hopefully at Mom."Fine, go," she said.As Mary was getting up from the table, Rich began to say, "Can I-" when Mom cut him off and said, "No you'll ride in with me." Aw."Mary and I headed off. On our way to collect Sean, Ursus thought, You know, this is a good idea.It is a great day.Yes, but more than that, the main reason you're pudgy is that you don't get enough exercise.I was about to think, Bite me, old man; but I tried to suppress it. Suppressing it didn't work, and Ursus.