In the darkness she slid her feet into her slippers, picked up a shawl from the back of her the chair by her dressing table, wrapped it around herself...and, crossing the bare parquet boards of the cold room, stepped out onto the landing which led to the staircase. From a shelf beside the door she struck a safety match then lit the candle housed in a small metal and glass lamp hanging below it. Carefully removing the lamp from its hook she made her way downstairs, the shadows cast by the lamp. You owe me.”“You got it.” I said and hung up. Donna was dressed and we grabbed my bike and walked quickly down the street in the direction of home.The entire way I was keenly aware that we were still close to Ted’s house and Ben might be driving after us any second. Twenty silent minutes finally found us safely behind a locked front door and I breathed a massive sigh of relief.Donna spoke to me for the first time since her breakdown in Ben’s room, saying, “I have to take a shower.” She started. I was never consoled as a k**, nobody ever took me by the hand and told me “everything is alright”, blah blah blah. I was completely out of my comfort zone when I knelt down next to her and asked her what was wrong. She looked at me through the crocodile tears and running mascara, “Where am I and who are you?” The next ten minutes was spent kneeling down in the bathroom telling her the story of the night before, followed by another ten minutes of her sitting on my bed being upset that her. "Okay? Now, steer where I point, yes?"I watched as he pointed and slowly moved the boat toward the anchor. He pointed until he was pointing almost straight down and I put the motor in neutral and heard whine of the anchor winch straining to raise the anchor. I felt the boat lurch as the anchor broke loose and Jacques' hand shot into the air. I eased the power on and the delightful boat slid forward. Jacques pointed a direction for me to go and I lined up on a large tower in the distance.I.