Turned out that the young secretary was pregnant, too. So, her child was folded into the will of my father as a prospective heir. Things sort of settled down at home, with me and Mom and Dixie. Since, my actual place in the family had never been made known to the public in general, and because though I was young in appearance, I also acted older because of my real age and so no one thought much of it that I settled in as her lover afterwards. We didn’t favor answers to the curious, either. Just held our tongues to not agitate other’s inquiries. Since, father had left us with a generous pension, with social security for mom, we got along fine. And I lived on as a professional student for a number of years, until I again got my Retail Marketing and MBA degrees, much to Muriel’s pleasure. She got herself fixed so that there would be no more babies, too. And sadly, Dixie did die in Viet Nam as an Army nurse serving to help others. That was a very sad day when the Army color guard came to our home with the news. The son of Muriel and I turned out to be a fine boy and we named him Victor, for no discernable reason. It just came to mind, I guess. Same name as my grandfather (in my original life), though. And when teen he grew up, he married Jessie, a local native beauty and one of the sweetest women that has ever been born. This was also consistent with what my original grandfather had done. And to drag this out further, they had a son name Matthew, the same name as my original father. Thank goodness in this rendition of my life, Jessie didn’t die early like she had in my original life. This all became very unsettling to me, but since the generations didn’t match up between this era and my original life as to time periods, I guess it was just a crazy coincidence after all. Muriel died leaving me alone for the last twenty years of my life and then I followed her upon the night of my seventy-fifth birthday. 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