I'm just glad you're on my side." I am, you know," she said quietly. "Totally."Her heart was full at 'my love', and later thought that was when there ...as a momentous change in her attitude.To lighten the tone, she asked him about hospital and pretty nurses bathing him. He smiled and said that the pretty nurse who saw to him was a strapping six feet tall male."Bet you were disappointed!" she quipped."Well..." and his infectious grin surfaced again.They chatted on and before she knew it, it was. She read the book again when she was fifteen; read it carefully, more comprehending, now. Several times in the summer of her fifteenth year, she rode her bicycle over to Walden Pond, not to go swimming, though that was what she told her mother, but to walk where Thoreau had walked, sit where he sat, and try to feel what he must have felt, but the best she could manage was a sickness at thinking what Thoreau would have thought if he were to rouse from his grave of over a century. Old Henry. .. is he someone who knows me?” “We’ve been through this before Hazel,” Rod responded as he stroked her mound. “Outside of work I don’t know who you know. He might know you and he might not.” Rod left her and went to answer the door. He doubted if Stan knew her but even if he did he knew that he would be discrete. Hazel heard them enter the room and turned in their direction. “Short back and sides is it then?” Rod laughed. He always enjoyed Stan’s sense of humour. “The lady needs a good. Abby arrived just after James, and was astonished to see the station approach full with cars, mainly Land Rovers, the standard mode of transport in the valley. She recognised most. James’ battered and scarred vehicle, Mary and Jack, Sam, of course and his family, Harry, Nat and Susan Gaunton, Abe Stone’s Land Rover was easy to spot, it was the only clean one there! Then of course the elegant Rolls Royce announced the presence of Mr. Brasher. She noted a Lexus and had to wonder who owned that..