.." I know. It's crazy, Michael. I can't believe it myself. Don't think about it. Put the fact that I'm ..." She paused, choosing her words carefully....She had him now, but he could still balk and run. The moment was so febrile. One wrong word ... "Forget who I am, Michael," she continued, her voice low and hypnotic, her hand squeezing and manipulating. "Just follow my lead. Let me take you on a journey." We shouldn't ..." Michael began, then groaned when his grandmother's fist quickened."Feel. But the little man is not easily conned. Crom wears a chain mail shirt, small iron helm and iron tipped boots. He brandished a plain shield and heavy axe. All his gear looks to be in good shape. Well kept, though I am no expert. His group of fifteen Goblins say they have spotted a large band of Orcs heading to the outlying farms. We have gathered most of our forces and Snamnir has some thirty heavily armored Dwarf warriors of his own. We are starting the march out of town. If this is a trap we. She and the river. The years ground away. Content, if not happy, she had dwelt alone. Her life became a simple ritual of sameness. The interminable tread of her rocker rungs wore wrinkles in face of her sloping porch. Except for a tiny plot of vegetables, a few chickens, and one cow, the land lay fallow now. She had ceased to fight the river. And it had never again tried to dislodge her. Many an hour she had sat here, her slate colored wooden rocker creaking its voice out to the dingy river,. Still, that might not be inappropriate for a mind that has been twisted as far out of shape as the Vicar has twisted hers.“Are you sure?”“You can cook me a meal and we can decide after that whether there will be any kissing. I’ll be home by five o’clock.”David kept well out of the way while Jennifer was cooking the first meal she had made in his kitchen, which he knew was necessary to allow the chef in her to flourish. It doesn’t matter what kind of a mess she makes, I can tidy everything up.