After dinner I went back upstairs to my room and put on more comfortable clothes. I wore a black Nike jumper and hoped it wouldn't to be too hot outsi...e. It was the afternoon anyway. Earlier in the day I had agreed to meet Eddie in his room in the afternoon, but he didn't specify a precise time, so I assumed he meant I could drop in anytime I wanted. Eddie told me that one of Mark's pornographic CDs contained strange images or video files. I wondered what these strange files were.To my mum and. I tried to say some words of comfortbut nothing I said helped. I then used the Dawkins? phone to callHillery. Hillery KnoxAs I flew to Tolerance using a private jet loaned to me by a gratefulpatient, I tried to put into words what I was going to say to Alex andVicki. None of the reliable words helped.Every time I tried to put it into words. I came to the same conclusion.If the Dawkins hadn't been in my program their daughter would be alive.The other problem I had to face didn't help at all.. “Who would have thought that you would become a patroness of the arts? I am sorry, but out here in the country, I still see you as my beautiful shepherdess.”Ellen smiled back at her husband. “I like that.” Then an idea struck her. “My cloak and hat should still be at your parents’ house. What if I have Melissa paint me as shepherdess? Would you like that?”It was obvious at once that Richard was all for it, for his eyes were lighting up.“I would love that. Let us commission the painting this. “You’re not kidding me, are you?” she said, suddenly afraid that it was all just another stupid dream. She felt a few tears starting to well up. This could be just the break she needed, the chance to go beyond being the perennially under-performing British women’s number 2: liked by the home crowds but really only because she was just another not-quite-good-enough British underdog, who’d never really achieve anything very much. As the reality of it hit her, she burst into tears. Her coach.