They veered right at a branch on the path and I continued following the river until it joined with a small bridge. I was miles from home and buses alo...g this route were few and far between. A motorcyclist passed and it would have been nice to hitch a ride with him. A sports car flew by minutes later. An old guy out for a drive. Must have been a retirement gift to himself. It should have been me, not him driving that car. Instead of that, I'm wearing out my shoes on this trek home.A black car. ***** Warren Teasdale had met his new wife, Miriam, when she had been on holiday from Philadelphia and was visiting the resort town of Port Douglas. He was there attending a golf tournament. Both widowed several years earlier they had always said it was like one of those magical moments when their eyes met across a crowded room and they just knew it was love. With Miriam had come her son Joel, who was of a similar age to Warren’s own daughter, Cecilia. It all seemed so perfect but life in far. "I was hoping he'd say "no, you're Andrew and what the hell is going on",but I had no such luck."I'd heard you were back in town," he said. "I'm surprised you botheredto show up here." Well, I needed a hard drive," I said. I was getting a really angry vibefrom him, and I didn't want to pry, so I tried to stick as close to thebasics as possible and hopefully just end this interaction quickly."OF COURSE," he said, loudly, "because it's always about what YOU want,isn't it, Ali?"OK, so it was. " OK Claire. I am up and going to shower. Shake your lazy sister awakewill you please?"When I emerged Elie had gone. I dressed in light slacks, a long sleevedT shirt and a jumper. With a minimum of makeup I was ready.Downstairs was all a bustle, French bread buttered, quiche cooked,sausage and chicken taken from the fridge. White wine put in the coolerand red wine and glasses in a hamper with coffee flasks and we wereready to go.We drove out west until we came to a small wood overlooking a.