During our stay, I remembered that his birthday was coming up, and I wanted to do something special for my husband. We had never been the kind of frie...ds who exchanged gifts, and I wasn’t even sure he suspected that I knew the day. Our boat was anchored up on the docks of a small, picturesque town, wedged between near vertical coastal cliffs. The houses were all white chalked, and the occasional lantern lights shone like lonely balls between pitch black streets. Young couples were strolling. It wasn’t a real news program, Samantha admitted to herself, they always got so many things wrong, but she liked the rest of Fox’s programs so she tolerated the often wrong news programming. She didn’t realize how it dulled her sense of right and wrong and how it made her views more conservative. Something caught her eye from the left and she saw that José the gardener had just pulled up and was unloading his truck. She got up from her comfortable chair and walked over to the window and watched. ‘Now enough of those dark looks my little Bubbin,’ Nanny said trying to sound cheerful, using her old nickname for Bobbi. ‘This is your wedding day.’ ‘And it’s the happiest day of my life, is it?’ Bobbi retorted sarcastically. Nanny kept quiet and went on with the task of getting her ready like everything was fine. But every time Nanny looked at Bobbi, her eyes were dark and sad. As they were dressing her, Nanny lamented at her short hair. They had had to cut her bright red hair when they ran. Although the sun was beating down on her, that wasn’t the reason her whole body was heating up. Glancing around for a place to hide her stuff she noticed a little crevice between two boulders well away from the water. She approached it while packing her camera away and noticed 2 pairs of sandals and a small backpack hidden where she had planned to drop her stuff. Not very curious about whose they might be, she set her stuff down next to theirs including her own sandals. As she unbuttoned.