Chapter 733 A New Georgy-girl:>Ep29

• When I finally arrived home, in an ambulance, no less, because I wasn't allowed to walk or drive in case I jarred my rebuilt skull, I found the house a hive of activity; word had gotten around, and many of my old troop mates, enlisted as well as officers, had shown up to lend a hand and keep an eye on Georgy and Aunt Kay for me; the way those bastards had brutally attacked a nearly 80 year-old woman made them sick and very angry; if they weren't dead they would have sustained serious, maybe even fatal 'accidental' injuries. It brought a lump to my throat to think so many of our men, some of whom had known mum and been guests in this house, but also some I only vaguely remembered from my time in the sandbox, had thought so much of me that they'd come from far and wide to guard my home and family in my time of need. Those who weren't on protection duty had turned their hands to helping Georgy realise her dream house, and what they couldn't do they had mates who could, and the project house was galloping towards completion.
• I couldn't do much, not with a fractured skull, and I sweated at home, mostly confined to bed, while the injuries to my skull healed; the first time the consultant orthopaedic surgeon pressed on the bone flap site of the craniotomy and declared he couldn't feel any grating ('crepitus' he called it) of bone against bone, which meant the bone had remodelled so the titanium screws could finally come out made me both very pleased and slightly sick at the same time, because who wants to know their head is being held together with screws? Yuck, shades of Frankenstein...
• While I was lying around watching TV and wondering how the house was coming along, Georgy had enough free time to plot and plan with Aunt Kay as to how we could officially tie the knot, but Ah-hah! I'd already worked it out; my father was James de Morgan Giffard Amboise-Wilmot (which is why I only used the 'Wilmot tag, because damn, it was a bloody mouthful...), and my mother was Édie Amboise-Wilmot née Blaise De Montségur; mother was from an old French aristocratic family, although you would never have known it from her complete lack of a French accent. Dad had met and wooed her when he was in Paris on leave. Georgy's father was Jerome Woodville-Lassiter, and her mother, according to her birth certificate, was Édeline Woodville-Lassiter née Poitevant-Bérou.