I was sure she regretted what had happened with him, and over and over I debated the idea of telling her that she had nothing to feel guilty about, th...t I had even done my best to ensure it had happened by pretending to fall asleep.In the end, as it had the potential to cause embarrassment within the family, I reluctantly decided it would be better for all concerned if I never let on that I know what happened.Then, four months after my brother’s visit, something happened that would change. “I’m sorry,” he said, miserably.She heard the pain in his voice, and measured it against what she was feeling. She didn’t like the comparison. She didn’t think of what had happened as demanding anything of Bobby. That might change in the future, but right now, she didn’t blame him. And she didn’t feel like he should be in that kind of pain either.“I’m not,” she said, softly. His head jerked, and his eyes stared at her, wide with surprise and confusion. “Not in the sense that you’re thinking. The journey gave Clegg some time to think about the girls that were now back, he assumed, in Station X. He had some concerns. At least with his usual clients he knew how the girls would be treated. He was much less confident that the yahoo's from the English public school system that filled British Intelligence had the slightest idea of what to do with a woman. Still, he thought, philosphically, it was hardly his problem.Eventually the locomotive coughed its way around the last curve of its 300. I berated myself for that mental state, but still needed a safe topic, so talked about the team, the recent change in practice, and yesterday’s game. I rode back home with Mom. I had my own passengers: a host of butterflies cavorting in my tummy. Since home was just a few minutes away, I did not press Mom on the meeting, feeling that there was no sense getting into a discussion only to have to break it off when we arrived.Upon getting home, I announced, “I’ll be right back down; I’m going to.