He’ll be the one doing the operation.”Doctor Whitaker was a young man, in his early teens, or at least he looked that young to me. He stepped forw...rd and held his hand out to Kelly. “It’s nice to meet you, though I wish it wasn’t in these circumstances.” Then he shook my hand and nodded to my mother. “Maureen, are you related to Mrs. Reaper?”“She’s my daughter-in-law.”He nodded. “Well, be assured I will do my very best.” He turned back to Kelly. “Mrs. Reaper, I know that Doctor Pawlensky has. But with me, who would care? Even if it did turn me to a pillar of salt." We both laughed again. "Truly horrifying." She offered."I feel absolutely sure that you are not!" I countered. "I'm pretty sure you're spectacular!" Well," she said with finality, "Here's a subject we can get off of."We chatted a bit longer, then I had to eat and she had to get dressed. I fumbled around a bit longer, not wanting this conversation to end. Finally it did. She bleeped off and I sat there with my hand. Sometimes when you’re trying to describe something to me, I get the pictures.”“How far from us do you need to be?” Kat asked.Trae shrugged, “I don’t know for sure. I remember feeling Tom’s frustration and getting an image when they were herding the lankys in the other day. The speckled stallion tried to break loose if I remember correctly.”“Trae, we were 5km away when that happened,” Tom told him seriously. “Did you tell me to cut left?” Tom then asked him.Trae shrugged, “I remember thinking. The girl looked like Veronica. It was not but the likeness was there. He could not take his eyes off her. That was a foolish thing to do. His happy mood nose dived. "If only ... I wonder whether she's happy ... I wonder whether she'd have been happy with me now ... How I wish ... No I don't ... I mustn't..."He signalled the waiter, settled his bill and left. He walked morosely back to his room. He undressed and climbed listlessly into bed. He lay there struggling to get the girl out of his mind.