"Nope. At least not Kate Winslet." Like she'd ever go out with you," I said jokingly.He looked over at me. "You never know. I bet you're drooling over...Leonardo Dicaprio huh?"I wrinkled my nose. "Eww no! Boys are gross."He laughed. "Yeah right. I heard you like Chase Thompson."I frowned. "No I don't! Lucy is just saying that because SHE likes him. Not ME!" Lucy was my best friend at the time and I'd told her in secrecy that I kind of liked Chase and she told everyone! At that time I was mad at. Her bastard husband, as I thought of him, had arranged a transfer to his paper’s London office in order to move with her. The first time we met again I felt my guts lurch with emotion. She told me she had heard my marriage had broken up, and how sorry she was. She had sadder eyes than I remembered, and she looked quite upset on my behalf, which I thought was touching. At first she tried to re-establish something like our old jokey relationship, but I just couldn’t make myself join in. I tried. I connected us both to the hub and connected the computer via the wIfi and switched the computer timer to 2 hours in case the mains timer didnt work. I set the mains timer to one hour. Then I switched the socket on. We would now be directly connected with no interference. It took a few seconds for both chips to get up to power then POP and a flash of light in my brain and we were connected.Shep was straight over. He stood there making me open and close my legs to check that he had complete. It is a moment or two before I am aware of a tugging sensation just below my belly. I glance down to see the sweater unravelling rapidly at the hem. Following the string with my gaze as it forms a taut line to the horizon, thrumming slightly in the wind. My sweater is disappearing before my eyes… I am alarmed to feel the cold air on my bare belly, but can only watch, dumfounded, as all of my careful stitches are unmade, and the woven pictures become a meaningless multicolored string being.