Another memory of the Peugeot was a bit more violent. We are back in the states, living in Maine and my brother, Volt and I are going to my sister’s wedding in Farmington, NH. I brought a friend along who also knew my sister. His name was Mark (real). This was my half-sister, DoeRaymee and we had only known each other for the brief custody visits my mom was allowed when we were little kids. Yeah, my mom lost custody of both her daughters in 1950. It’s takes a lot of something for a woman to lose custody of her daughters. Fahsolah was the oldest, DoeRaymee, the youngest. I never had a close relationship with Doeraymee as I did with Fahsolah. But that was a long time ago and now as teenagers and young adults, things were changing. Doeraymee was getting married! Truth be told, it was going to be free booze and maybe a whiff of some pot knowing her and her future husband. RSVP big time. Because of the booze my memory of the actual event is fairly a dot dash affa