It was then, just as she was about to congratulate herself on a job well done, that the window started to creak. All of a sudden it eased away from it... holding, descending the few inches to pin her spine like a mouse in a trap. "Oh my God," she puffed, legs kicking wildly stil outside, struggling to no avail.With her back clamped in this manner, there was no way in and definitely no way back out. Each wriggle merely strained her stomach muscles and was as painful as hell. As the realisation. You can meet her then. Yes, well…Ill look forward to it. Buchards wife sat a bowl of stew in front of Peter. A man should have a wife, she said. Again, there was no argument to be had. Peter said nothing of the news to Eve that night, but she seemed agitated all on her own. She left the chapel several times, though she always returned a minute later. She would not keep still. The snows will come soon, she said. She was watching and listening for something out there. When he took her in his arms. I couldn’t help myself. I knew you were much, much younger than I. I smiled at my reaction. I thought to myself that you’d make some fellow very happy someday – and probably soon – you were so pretty and ripe for the picking. I shook my head and chuckled quietly at my own thoughts, looking down at my hands, splaying my fingers over the keys, ivory and ebony — like in that silly song. I was lost in thought for a minute. ‘I love your hands,’ I looked up. I hadn’t heard you come back. You had said. I had to come. Obviously. He patted my shoulder on my way out of his car.Next week came fast, it was Saturday, and my dad and Sean were playing that game. I was on the bleachers with my mother. The game was being held in this kind of gymnasium-looking hall. It was like a charity thing and the people who were regular visitors (aka Sean and dad) were playing to collect the money.I'm really not a fan of any types of sports so the game itself ended up being immensely boring. But, I got the chance.