Kim's face seemed to glow and the eyes were highlighted perfectly. Kimlooked like the feminine representation of the fiercest warrior. She wasa Viking...or Celtic champion, or maybe a woman intent on conquering sucha champion. "There, I've cleaned you up. You are beautiful. Now go outthere and be heard. And if I may be so bold: let go of this burden. Beyourself, let your heart and the song do the work, and trust in thegoodness of the universe."Kim was about to reply when Connie walked in and. The maid left Harriet in the dining room. She looked aroundfearfully until she determined that she was alone. Using the time to heradvantage, she wandered around the richly appointed room. She couldn?t helpmarveling at the casual display of wealth. It was not just that presence of atwenty person sterling service but that each piece gleamed from regularpolishing. She lost herself in exploring the beautiful things. ?Where is that damn girl?? Harriet quickly dashed over to her cousin and dropped. ‘I’m sorry ma’am, if Maddie caused you any trouble. She’s usually shy with strangers, but I guess your dog doesn’t count as one.’ ‘Oh, it’s ok, no harm done. I take it she isn’t around dogs much?’ I inquired. ‘No, we don’t have one, but she seems to love them. I think she’s too young for dogs. What do you think?’ he said with wry grin, dimples showing. Oh gosh, this guy has dimples too! What a menace to the female population, I thought. ‘How old is she?’ ‘Well, she’ll be three in two weeks. Shell shocked, I turn to face away from the already snoring Joe and throw my head down onto the pillow, and sigh heavily. Oh well, sleep it is then. Sleep however doesn’t want to play ball and I just lie awake listening to Joe’s bellowing snores for an hour or so. Some night this is. I decide to go and fix myself a hot milk, to see if that will help me sleep, or failing that a large brandy, unless Tom has polished it all off. I slip out of bed quietly, without waking Joe, and make my way.