” I looked at them both, Kelly’s mouth set into a firm line so she looked like her Mum, Charlotte twirling her long hair with her fingers as she a...lways did when she was thinking or worried. I took the pint I’d left earlier and took a long swig.“I’m going to find him; I’ll be back in a bit,” I announced.“Tara, you want me to come too?” Kelly asked, eyes flickering to the stage where Ben would be playing.“No, I’ve got my phone on me. He’s part of the fair, doing fortunes someplace. I just need to. ‘Yes,’ I sighed. I didn’t enjoy the rehashing one of my greatest failures. ‘Sandra and I had nothing in common except love in the beginning. Unfortunately, that faded quickly as our differences became known. We hung on for a few years, fighting the inevitable. That was our biggest mistake, holding out until we disliked being around each other. We can’t even talk civilly anymore.’ I needed to apologize to Sandra. I added that to my list of life to-dos. ‘She didn’t like this place,’ Amber said.. Weeks of careful planning and persuasion had convinced the Editor of the local paper to support his programme for maintaining order, only for the damned RAF to kill him in a speculative raid on the local Police Station. Then Himmler's puppet Hartmann had turned up, making life difficult, and accusing him of being stupid to select the Police Station as his headquarters in the first place. Suddenly, there he was, sitting in the shabby lounge of a hurriedly appropriated Hotel, waiting to see the. Sometimes we go to the mall.”“Don’t you have them over here? Would you like me to host a barbecue for them?”Her response was dry. “Not the way you cook.” Then she laughed. “Just kidding. Sure. I’ll invite them for a swim and barbecue. What will you cook? Hotdogs?”“I’ll cook ribs.”“Don’t,” she cut in.“How about hamburgers?”“Store bought?”“Homemade.”“Don’t,” she repeated. “I don’t want to poison them. They’re my friends, not my enemies.”With a laugh, genuinely amused by her, I told her I would.