Carter and Helene still ask questions. I used to ask questions, and I got the answer: nothing. The answer is
"nothing." Now that I have the answer, my plans for the future are these: (1) get Kate, (2) live with Kate alone (3) do some canning. Damson plums, apricot preserves.
Sweet India relish and pickled peaches. Apple chutney.
Summer squash succotash. There might even be a ready market for such canning: you will note that after everything I remain Harry and Francine Wyeth's daughter and Benny Austin's godchild. For all I know they knew the answer too, and pretended they didn't.
You call it as you see it, and stay in the action. BZ
thought otherwise. If Carter and Helene aren't careful they'll get the answer too.