How did you guess? Your muscle tone told me. Im an athlete and a personal trainer. Thats not all, Madison replied in a sing song voice. Sam shook her...head at Madison. How about you two put on your robes over there and we have a glass of wine? That sounds good to me, Diane replied. Madison nodded. As soon as they were in their robes, they sat down in the next room which contained a leather sofa, two recliners, a coffee table, and a small fridge. Diane looked around the room, impressed. This. .. No, I don't think so ... Let me ask him ... It's Winnie. She has some visitors from the UK and wants to know whether we can join them. Not over formal. [I nodded.] He says, of course. No, 20:00 isn't too late. Private dining room at the Park Hyatt? Ooh, that's posh! Thank you ... Yes, we'll be there."I looked at her. "Private room at the Park Hyatt? That's going to run two or three hundred each. I wonder what it's all about." We'll find out, won't we? I'm going to shower first." OK. I'll go. He licked my face repeatedly and bounced around as if he understood exactly what I had done to save him. Our love and friendship were already established, but we bonded even more tightly as a result of these events.The rest of the day was spent in field dressing the three kills. The boar was so heavy that I had to use the horse to hoist it by a rope over a tree limb so that the blood could drain out. I had pulled it high enough so that I could back the buckboard under the hanging hog and lower. This was not the time for introspection. I understood, that again tonight, in the dark, I’d grieve. How long would the grief last? How long would I live? I knew that was the only real answer. It was Master’s laugh that brought me back to the present. I didn’t hear what’d made him laugh. But later that night, as Ed’s Camille washed my snotty face, she gleefully shared the episode with me. Apparently, Master’d walked up to Ronnie and standing toe to toe, his face contorted in anguish, remarked.