When the weather was fine we would go out into the countryside and sketch and paint. Master Leonard mainly did landscapes and I drew and painted flowe...s. He even gave me a small paint box and he said that I had an eye for colour and an aptitude for using it. One morning we visited my home and spoke with father and mother for a short while. It was the first time I'd seen them since that fateful day when His Lordship arrived on the farm. It seemed to them that I was 'doing alright for myself' and. Having to go out to a fancy restaurant with them, or having them come here. At least the food was relatively simple. He and Vivian had gotten spaghetti and all the ingredients needed to make sauce with sausage and meatballs in it. And the garlic bread. Vivian had also insisted on making a salad, because her father needed to eat something healthy. Avery was still trying to figure out how anything slathered in blue cheese dressing and covered in bacon bits could possibly be healthy, when Gerald. The last place was Brenda's bedroom. At sometime during my rounds Brenda had left me. When I got to the room Brenda was sitting on the bed and her robe was loose around her now instead of tight. I checked the windows but also glanced at her trying to get a look down, up, at or what ever. She asked if I would check the attic space in the closet also. I walked into the closet and pulled down the ladder. She flipped a switch by the closet door and the light came on in the attic. Brenda. Intimidated, perhaps. But then Denise is so massively competent, just like her mother.Christmas Day was wonderful. The only thing that could possibly have improved on it would have been if Fran had been there. But she had found me a beautiful little collection of love poems and I felt that they spoke her feelings. I told her so when she rang me from the mobile phone I had given her and she happily confirmed that. And then I told her about the momentous news.For, yes, Dad and Layla sprang the.