He knows your heart and what is best for you.”“But how did you know?” asked Abigail through her tears.“Do you think my habit and wimple make m... blind and deaf? I could tell almost at once that there was something between you and the boy. I could have stopped it, assigned another one of the Sisters to his care, but I thought it would be better to let things take their natural course. That is usually best, I find.”Abigail sobbed and wiped her eyes. The Abbess looked at her with compassion.“You. “You do it fine when we are out of combat, but in combat you have a habit of turning left every time you evade. You can hear Ensign White get frustrated that you do that.”“She does?” Michael asked.“What do I do?” we all heard the woman in question ask from the doorway.I spun the captain’s chair around to see my last two officers standing and gazing at the crowd. Ensign Munfree had a smirk on her face. She was clearly looking at Michael as Ensign White shook her head.“Sorry, but all I heard was. " * Sunday stretched ahead endlessly. Michael's mother visited, bearing the inevitable box of chocolates. He had intended to tell her about the split-up with Tina, but his ex- had got in first."You're well rid of that one, dearie. I'm sure you can do better." But before Mrs Reynolds could provide chapter and verse on what, precisely, 'better' might be, the buxon Nigerian Ward Sister appeared to collect the tea things.Across the room, Mr Scargill rambled incoherently about the Tory government. It was the final day of our training week and nobody was heading home until tomorrow at the earliest, so what else to do but spend the evening together one last time? Even Max and Enrico stuck around with the five of us rookies, assuring that the company would pick up the tab on our ridiculously overpriced steak and lobster meals. And it was well after 9pm before we finally decided to call it a night.Of course, 9pm on a Friday is well before the nightclub scene really gets going. And when I.