Three drunken Anita Stumbles were about one and a half Sober Undecided Murderer Steps, and so Anthony no doubt found himself able to catch up with her in short order.

Meanwhile, Anita was still processing ten steps ago. She slowed and swayed in place, steadying a foot behind her as though she were on a tossing boat instead of dirt that hadn’t so much as shivered let alone quaked in 10 years!

When she turned, it was with a quizzical purse of her lips and then slow, placating nod and smile. One of her older sons. Definitely. Maybe. In her more sober moments, she sometimes wondered if the human version of a cuckoo (dear sister she) had shoved more than one egg into Anita’s nest.

This one definitely looked more like Claudia.

“That’s very nice,” she beamed.

Harry was always light on the smiling, so she made sure to smile even when she just really needed the loo.