We made our way to the lot and climbed in the car having put Granma's single bag in the trunk."Its really good to see you again Grandma", I said."Its ...ood to see you too", she said, "your'e looking real healthy and growing into a very big lad aren't you!".I was sure there was a glance at my crotch and a slight grin as she said "... big lad... ", but put this down to the fact that I had been permanently on heat since Peter had arrived at the house.We arrived home soon afterwards having made. She walked along a stone path, watching the deep golden sunlight mix with the Earth spruce and hickory trees, the super-food breadfruits and allnuts, and the ripe buds of the native trees. There were stands of the bushy Orangewoods and towering Silverblacks, and then the distinctive aroma of the low-hanging candle-nut trees. The granite paving stones beneath her feet were still covered with traces of wet snow from the morning storm, and the air had the cold but fertile smell of life waiting to. ‘He reads and composes, mother.’ Gabriel narrowed his eyes at her, almost tempted to add that he could add and subtract too. Mikayla snorted, ‘Mother made us take music lessons when we were younger. It was just so boring. I’d rather just listen.’ Gabriel focused on Abigail. ‘Do you play anything?’ Before she could answer, Paulina stated, ‘Abigail is quite an accomplished pianist. Naturally not quite as talented as my son, Daniel, but it is a joy to listen to her.’ Abigail blushed under his. "Yes, I think a part of me died with him. He was the first man I had ever loved. That first day, when you said, I looked like I lost my best friend, I had. I haven't had the gumption to date, or be with another man since Michael's death. You are the first man, I have even let this close to me." Why do you suppose that is?", he asked her. "I don't know. Perhaps it is time. Perhaps it is the place, or maybe it is you." The evening was starting to get chilly, as it does in the mountains.