I nev....never wanted tohurt her. It all just got so out of hand....We didn't plan on all thishappening. It was suppose to be for just one stupid da.... I love herand don't want to see her hurt." Carol pleaded as the tears fell downhis cheeks."Carol your Auntie B loves you very much and would do nothing to hurtyou or your family. I know her like my own Madre and she will take careof you and that Mz. Nelson as well," Ezzy stated firmly."Ezzy I have no proof that Mz. Nelson is doing anything! . Three! See these big curved pieces of wood across the deck? They're called 'horses', and the block, the pulley controlling the 'sheet' – the rope to the bottom back corner of the sail, slides across it. You do not sit on it, you do not stand next to it, especially in front of it, when we're sailing. Ever. Okay?" When there was an inadequate murmured response, Pete said, "is anyone listening to me?" He got a rather louder 'okay', that time. He pointed at one of the boys. "Rule one?" No-one on. She was wearing a tasteful, modest dress, and looking like Hollywood's image of a proper young lady in movies made during the 1930's and 1940's."I am sorry," was all she could say."Do you have any explanation?" I asked."There have been events in my personal life..." she began, "but I agree that they should not have affected my behavior here." They certainly should not have. Because of the troubling economic times I have been forced to make some rather difficult decisions about who to keep on. .. what would you guys all like?' says Liz, rising from her chair, walking over to where the fridge is. A beer, I tell her. Anna wants a rum and coke with ice. 'Three cubes, ' she specifies. 'Oh and a slice of lemon, Lizzie, yeah?' Leon just sits there with a big grin on his face. 'I love this song!' shouts Anna at the TV, and she leaps up and starts dancing. 'What would YOU like to drink, Leon?' Liz asks shyly, standing by the fridge. She still has hopes, judging by the way she's swooning at.