Although, she really needed to thank me first. I was going to grab the camera, but good thing I didn't. Just before I was about to reach for it, I wen...t down like a bunch of bricks, when she ran into me. She took me down, and began kissing me. She wrapped her arms around me, and held me very closely. It felt just like my aunt, or mom, and she loved me in a serious way. As she was kissing me, she told something."Fuck, Rita, you are so fucking sexy. I know we just met, but I fucking love you. I. He'd go back to work tomorrow, sure, but he'd likely have a harder time keeping the walls so intact this time.After Keen had dropped him off at his apartment following the funeral, he'd felt empty. It was the first time since Audrey's death that it truly came to him that he was alone again. He'd been so grieved by her death that he hadn't really thought of the days ahead. The coming weeks, months and years without her. Years in which he might have watched his child grow. He'd told Keen the. Grandmamma introduced us to the owner of the boutique, Mrs. BeverlyGuthrie."Beverly this in my daughter Mary Alexander, and Brenda and ChrissyReilly, I told you about them the other day, girls this Beverly Guthrie,the owner."Beverly said, "So good to meet you lovely ladies, Chrissy you are apretty girl."Thank you Mrs. Guthrie," I said."My dear you are such a polite child." She winked at me and continued,"I just can't believe you are a boy, Mrs. Turnquist told me all about youand your daddy and. .. and although she didn't want to think about what she had done with the postal clerk, his soporific voice dredged still more from her subconscious mind. She sobbed into the thin material of Taylor's shirt, finding security in his masculine nearness and the gentle stroking of his hand on her bare arm. And horribly, perversely, the images in her drunken brain started to have a certain physical effect on her dazed mind as well. She could feel an odd twitching in her belly, and for some crazy.