Still not comprehending, Pelle followed the girl with his eyes. He saw Greta step up to her, and he could see that the old shrew was angry with her da...ghter. Greta then made her way to the table where the baron sat, dragging a hesitant Ingeburg behind her. Like many others, Pelle strained to hear what she said."Great Lord, my I speak?" she asked kneeling before him."Speak, woman!" I am Greta, Lord. Perhaps you have heard my name before. I served your noble father for many years, his memory may. There is a window in the wall and she closed it through curtain. From the minimum view which I get through the curtain I can make it clearly that mam removed her sari and had spread it on one of the beds and switched on the fan to dry her quickly. It was very hot at that time mam came close to the window and searched for me.She saw me standing in the corridor where sun is very bright and it is very hot then she thought for a while and opened the door and asked to step in as it is very hot. Anyway, I came up with this bitter little story.PEARL AND DEAN“Damn it, Dean, careful with that camera gear. Put it in my room, while I check out the spa.”“On it, Pearl,” I said, trying to ignoring the increasingly snarky attitude that my boss had been using with me recently.Pearl Campbell is a best-selling wildlife photographer and author, her latest work in progress specialising in wetland birds and waders, hence her luxury hotel booking overlooking the Norfolk Broads estuary marsh, awaiting. 38 snubby,.45 derringer. All the usual equipment she carries now."Hot date?" I ask.She smiles grimly."Yeah, but Billy Croft doesn't know it yet," she says.I sure wouldn't want to be him right now.I slip on my coat and snap my Dog on the back of my belt. I certainly don't mind having Muscles along, with all her stuff. But me, I never went in for all that shit. I got a.44 magnum on my belt and a little Smith and Wesson.38 Featherweight snubby in a last ditch holster on my right ankle. I carry a.