" You like to take girls there in a boat?" she asked. Maybe he wasn't that much better than the other boys she had known in her seventeen years. She m...ght have to fight him off too."No," Bobby said. "Though I'll say I've thought about it. But you are the first girl I have known who I thought might like it."Her mouth opened and she looked at him but she couldn't think what to say.The rowboat ran up onto the dirt and Bobby hopped out and pulled it further in so that Jasmine could step onto dry. I just couldn’t get her stunning looks out of my mind. I then went to the same building for which she had been asking directions for, and this time I saw her again. I thought that if I don’t ask, I won’t get, so I approached her. I went up to her and asked her if she knew someone called Sonia (I was looking for an excuse to chat to her). I basically said that she looked similar to a friend of mine called “Sonia” and I wanted to know whether she was related to her (because of her looks). She. “It’s good to see you, Father Petrou. My mother told me you wanted to see me about something.”“Let us walk George.” We walked out of the church, making our way to St. Barnabas Church which was a small walk away. “Your mother has told me about the discovery of your child, that it may still be alive.”I replied. “Today we will visit my mother-in-law to see how we can find the child.” We reached St. Barnabas church, that is when I remembered, next to the church was a small hall, they used it for. Rain hammered down and a savage wind battered the hedgerows, bending branches low over the road. Thorny foliage caught in the wipers, scraped arcs across the windscreen, scratching the glass. Ignoring it, Seren leaned forward and peered anxiously into the darkness. She was hopelessly lost. A wrong turn had led her to the middle of nowhere and, with no signal to her satnav, she had no idea what to do. The storm wasn’t helping. She could barely see the road let alone any signposts. “Bloody hell,”.