the airfield.

I propose to call a locksmith from the house but I am overruled. My mom tells me we are on a tight budget this month and there is no need to call and pay if we can get the key some other way.

We end up this discussion going back home, her still in her silk white nightie and me wearing a dress I lost nearly 6 years ago that while ridiculous, fails to makes me look childish ( no child has boobs like this).

At home we get in the car and drive to the airfield. When we arrive we see a large number of cars and people gathering.

The model airplane tournament attracted more people than i had anticipated, when I reluctantly agreed to join my mom to get the key back.

We exit the car and enter the airfield, teams are gathered everywhere working on small planes.

I follow my mom closely, using her for cover, finger crossed hoping not to meet anyone we know and to get home and in real clothes quickly.

At this point I see the flaw in our plan.

Aside from his name, Alfred Carlisle, we have no info on our old lady nephew and no way of finding him without attracting everyone's attention.