It is now that the gangly beanpole introduces himself to me. ‘Robert of the parish of Oaklea in the west of this fair shire,’ he declares serious...y, puffing out his chest with pride, ‘But everyone at home calls me Robin,’ he finishes his introduction with a disarmingly shy boyish grin. ‘Good afternoon to you, young Robin of Oaklea,’ I reply with an easy smile. I try not to betray my inner emotions as the name of his parish careens through my head like the flooding waters of a collapsing dam. . It had sparked off the idea of a little week-end jaunt; a way of rewarding Rachel for being a pleasant niece; and there’s something infectious in a teenager’s enthusiasm that will cast out negative reasons for doing something later considered foolhardy.Although I had little experience of driving, other than the half-dozen driving lesson’s taken some months back, I did managed to make it onto the main highway north in Robert’s 4x4 without causing any harm to other road users.Rachel clearly had. .........................................1st of June I was in loading the truck, you have to have a place for everything and I had to make more room for Deb (she hated Debbie now). I was standing in front of the bunks trying to figure out where I was gonna move things from the top bunk where I used the space as storage when Deb climbed in with her first bag. Asking what I was doing, I explained to her that the top bunk was hers for the summer and I needed to clear it up. Looking around she. I looked up at the television set on the wall of my bedroom. It was turned off. After a while a new nurse came in. I didn’t know her. I felt tired. I wouldn’t have cared then about Mary Derry. I didn’t care about anything. I felt sleepy. The nurse said: ‘How do you feel?’ ‘I’d like to wake up but I feel tired.’ ‘Yes.’ ‘How long was I out?’ ‘Half an hour.’ ‘What does the doctor think?’ ‘He’ll see you.’ I couldn’t remember Dr. Steinberg’s name. I closed my eyes. It wouldn’t have mattered then if.