I am walking up the hill with my phone held out in front of me not reallylooking where I am going. I've just got one bar when I trip and stumbleon a l...rge rock causing me to topple over. In free fall I roll partwaydown the hill until a tree stops me.I get up groaning. I can feel that my left arm is bruised and I amslightly alarmed to see that there is a mixture of blood and mud coveringmy hands. After a few moments searching I am reassured that I have onlygrazed myself. For the next five. Someone, I am not sure who, flicked his bic and I lit my smoke. I looked around the room to see if anyone was up for round two. Don, Bill, and Ron where more than ready. Tom and Freddy where still getting their second wind, but Steve and Bob were done and headed for the shower. Then there were five. I finished my drink and cigarette as Freddy came over and told me by my hand leading over to the round table in the room. It was covered with pillows from the bed, how nice of them I thought. . I called her, and she gave me the directions, as I wrote them down. And I went to pick her up. She was waiting on her porch, wearing a delicate dress and some flats. When she saw me pull up, she started walking towards my car, so I stayed in the car and waited for her to get in.I took her to a friendly place, inexpensive but good food, and we sat down. The waitress took our orders, and Helena had to go to the restroom. As she was leaving, I used my finger to have her come and listen. I. She was either in her bedroom, or she had gone out for the night. “Clementine not here?” I asked, shouting to Florence. “No,” Florence shouted back. “She is at a friend’s house for the night.” Score , I thought happily. It meant that, if anything were to happen, we wouldn’t be disturbed. When Florence returned she was wearing her robe, a heavy, fluffy white number, her face was free of all make-up and her hair was down. I noticed that her black hair had inky, slightly blue undertones to it,.