Right now, a pin is flashing on the right edge of London.We fade back to the street directly outside the funeral services shop front. Charley waiting ...t the door, looking far too sexy, and just a little too happy for the location. “We’re here in Romford, in East London, to meet a lady who’s had enough of sad faces and crying strangers, and wants to have some fun...” She turns and pushes her way into the shop, beckoning us to follow her – which we do... Inside, dressed soberly in an all black. She had been depicted so true to life I half expected to see her breath and to hear her speak. The colours glowed, lucent and radiant; Paloma glowed, with such soul and life that I had an overwhelming desire to touch her soft smooth skin. Pompidou stopped me as I reached out a hand. "The paint has not yet fully dried."The difference in the two paintings astounded me. The first had been produced by an artist with considerable ability – the other by a master with the genius of a Goya or. After a time Hope had talked to all the soldiers currently in the camp. She kept an eye out for any new faces so she could ask them about her father. One morning she saw that a batch of new soldiers had arrived, and a few familiar faces were missing. The camp had obviously brought in a new lot of convalescents. As quickly as she could, she made the rounds of the new soldiers, asking about her father. As she searched between the tents she spotted a familiar face, it was Gideon from her village.. The man that came back with a box gave me an odd look when he asked, “Is your name David? David Jones? These were on the shelf with the others but said it had a note to give them to a person asking for more than one pair. It would be someone named David Jones.”“That is me. My friend’s dad owns this company, and I needed to use these in the past. Not sure how they are here of all places. It has been a crazy day, so I’m not going to question it. That is a big box for just some swim goggles,” I.