" Oh." Megan appeared to be thinking. "What kind of painting?" Oh... well... maybe something like 'The Love Of Souls', by the Belgian painter Jean Del...ille. Here, I think I have a picture of it in this book." She went to a shelf and pulled down a thick book that was full of pictures produced by well known artists over the centuries. She thumbed through it until she found what she was looking for."Kind of like this one, though I might pose you a little differently. These people are standing, and. Sheila’s husband sometimes visits London in the course of his work and I had introduced him to June as a colleague. He had even met my father on occasions, but of course dad also thought he was a work colleague. Mind you there was one occasion when Angela was at my house. She had been extremely curious as to who he was and I had taken great delight in keeping her in the dark. ——————————————— Now my mother’s indiscretion had come back to haunt me. Somehow June had got to hear of my visits to. “What’s got your attention baby?”Without blinking, and without taking her eyes from theobject of her attention she murmured huskily, “Oh mygosh, what a honey.”My face flushed, and inexplicably I felt a pang ofjealousy. “Point her out; I’ll scratch her eyes out.”My darling ignored me, “Oh my, he’s coming over.”It took a second for the important word to sink into mybrain. HE! “He?” I repeated. A guy? Sarah was. It’s almost dawn when we near the far edge and the place where we plan to hole up for the day. We crawl into a small hole created by some large boulders resting against each other. Reaching the back of this cave we settle down, set our canvass to cover us, have a fast light meal, and go to sleep. I’ve no concerns about the Kukulka here as the entrance is way too small for them to get in. Most humans would have trouble getting in and the rocks are far too heavy for them to shift without.