.. sort of.I opened the door and entered the bedroom trying to look as cool as the Fonz and she was standing by the bed where I'd left her with her ha...ds at her sides fumbling with the tail of her shirt. I started to get in bed but then realized I was still dressed. She giggled when she realized I was just as scared as she was and was about to get in bed fully clothed.All right, so I'm not the Fonz.I went to the chair, unbuttoned my shirt and gingerly removed it. She gasped when I turned to lay. . why haven’t any of those women complained?” She was thinking about the unmarried women who’d had babies. If this man had dallied with them ... and a baby had resulted ... why hadn’t they complained?“I guess they weren’t unhappy,” said Bobby.She mulled that over. It wasn’t really an explanation ... but the common sense of it was obvious. You only complained when you were unhappy about something. How could you possibly be happy if a man got you with child ... and didn’t at least marry you?“This. She would however always listen to him and make him tea, just asshe had now. She had not been around throughout the first ten years of hislife, but had come back home from living abroad in India for a number ofyears with her husband. She had moved back home into the cottage on thefar side of his father's estate when her husband died."Sit down and tell me what's up now, Willy," she said calmly as he burstin and went straight to put the kettle on."My father told me that he not getting me a car. Nothing was said as she opened it. It was a card with flowers on the outside and Victor’s handwriting on the inside.Love letting go. Slowly. Having loved well we never forget. I wish the best for you. In timeIt was signed, Love, Victor.The tears came freely, but she smiled though them at him, and he thought he saw real love for him in her eyes.“I’m not crying for Neil, I’m crying because you are so thoughtful.”At lunch, after a gentle drive round the coast road, Angela broke the silence.“I’m.