I would think it at least two months before you will be fit enough to travel, and even then not riding but by coach." He smiled broadly "And at least ...hree months before you do any galloping!" He paused on his way to the door. "As I surmised, the letters Caroline wrote to you were diverted to the First battalion of the regiment at Carlow. I hope that the letter I wrote to their adjutant will be acted upon, and he will arrange for your mail be re- directed to the Bureau."Krish was right about. This lady did not love me, and even being a little kid, I knew it. One day I walked into the bathroom to take a pee, and Ms. Coyle was using it. I tried to leave, but she made me come in and close the door. I knew I'd be in trouble."You just walk in on whoever you want while they are using the bathroom huh?! Do you hear me, chunky?" She yelled."No! I mean, yes. I'm sorry. I just had to pee." I said in my little boy tone."Now, you will pay for what you did." She said as she slightly spread her. The creep."Her mother extended her hand to hold Persephone's fingers lightly."Persephone, don't be cruel. He can't help it."I looked from one to the other."What's this all about?"Another sigh from Mrs. D."It's a long story."I poured myself another cup of coffee and smiled in what I hoped was an encouraging fashion."Harry is the adopted son of our neighbor, Sanchez," Mrs. D said. "He's about Persephone's age, although no one knows for sure because he's a foundling. He was left in a blanket in. Then it pulled something from under one arm and tossed it, a formless shape, in her direction.“Food, water, blanket,” a growling voice said. The shape moved away and pushed the door shut with another loud squeal of complaint from the hinges. She heard another small squeak of a rusty hinge and the ‘snick’ sound of a padlock snapping closed.“Mother, I’ll move over and see what’s there. If there are blankets, I’ll toss one to you. If I can do it without spilling it, I’ll move the food and water.