I'm not some axe-murderer, my dear,just an old fool who wants to spend some time with you. I've been likeyou for too long and I just want to make you ...appy, to show you that youcan be fulfilled and be true to yourself. Don't be frightened my dear."Mia gave me a friendly smile and squeezed my arms. I just nodded my headand Mia guided me to her living room where we sat down next to each otheron her sofa. After a few slow deep breaths I relaxed and we talked aboutmy journey over, our clothes,. Most of the print run was lost in a fire at the distributor's warehouse. Only a few dozen survived. Reprints have sold well though, plenty of them around.''Do Loyd Larcher's books smell nice, Jeremy?' I asked.'Oh, a book of that age doesn't have much smell. You would pick me up on that, wouldn't you? Now Dale will think I spend half my time sniffing books. Very occasionally, say if an old book has been rebound, you can smell the solvents from the adhesive, but not enough to give a glue sniffer. He has to come. Oh, can Grandpa come too?" I don't think skating is a good idea for me," Grandpa said with afriendly smile. I would like a piece of your cake, if you can spare it.I'll just take a nap while you guys have fun. But you have to come backand tell me all about it." I sure will," Bobby said with a smile. "You may be my Grandpa now, butyou are still my hero, General."The old man's eyes glistened as he puffed out his chest a bit, and thenstarted to stir his ice cream when he noticed. A soft summertime symphony of insect and bird noises fills the air, while a thousand shades of green provides a visual backdrop formed by an endless succession of bushes, trees, brambles and shrubs lining the river bank. Beyond the banks lays miles of hills and forests, without any sign of civilization’s lines and angles. The warm afternoon seems eternal, and he wishes the sun would slip down further, bringing the welcome cool of evening, and a time to rest his aching muscles. She is there.