"Really girl.....enough! Youare either seriously insecure or seriously vain," I mused to myself.Realizing that Jay should be over any minute I went in...o the kitchen andwas about to pour myself another glass of wine when I thought better ofthe idea. Just then the door bell rang. I didn't think it was possiblebut my nerves stepped up yet another notch. My hand actually trembled abit as I reached for the door and opened it. For a moment I couldn'tbelieve I was looking at Jay. He was the picture of. Rightyho, Jon – hold the hard spile on the shive, and then a sharp tap.”I gripped the mallet and brought it down on the spile. It only went in half its length.“Again, boy – you’re being too gentle.”So I whacked it again, and it sank to the same depth as it had on the other barrel.“Okay, now use the teatowel and gently wiggle it to loosen it a bit. Any hissing noise?”I shook my head.“Okay, pull it out and put this soft spile back in. Now I’ll tap it, and then we can test them.”Again, Ned checked. ’ ‘Okay. Please hurry.’ ‘I’m almost there.’ He could see the dust rising from the truck getting closer, and within moments Tammy was crouching at his side. ‘How can I help?’ ‘I can’t move my hand. Must keep constant pressure to control the bleeding.’ Tammy bit her lips, and then nodded. ‘Okay. I’ll put stress dressing on it, and then we’ll get her to the truck.’ She was already moving to do it, taking the leftover shreds of his shirt forgotten in his lap and tying two, and then three of them. My mama says sandpipers come to bring us joy."The bird went gliding down the beach. Good-bye joy, I muttered to myself, hello pain, and turned to walk on. I was depressed, my life seemed completely out of balance."What's your name?" She wouldn't give up."Robert," I answered. "I'm Robert Peterson." Mine's Wendy ... I'm six." Hi, Wendy."She giggled. "You're funny," she said.In spite of my gloom, I laughed too and walked on.Her musical giggle followed me."Come again, Mr. P," she called. "We'll.