“His name’s Gordon. You know that.” “No, it’s not, Lorna Doone. He’s the evil Carver, destined to force you to marry him.” “And I supp...se you’re my gallant Jan Ridd, who will save the day?” she said. He bowed and said, “At your service, mi’lady.” She looked at her text, then put the phone away. They talked the afternoon away, enjoying the weather and the view. He brought out bread, cheese, cakes and a thermos of tea from his backpack. After they ate, he lay with his head in her lap as she. " Well, she is. She made some bad decisions earlier this year and now shehas to deal with the consequences. This isn't an easy time for her andshe's going to need a lot of support - and her 'friends' at schoolcertainly aren't providing any." Yeah," I thought, "with the way she treats people they probably figurethis is 'payback time'." But all I said was, "Yeah. Okay. Is she goingto get married or something?" No. It looks like the father doesn't want to play any part in thispregnancy. And in. There's nothing left afterward." I know what minds are, and I can effectively 'see' them, as the Universe shows me what it's doing at that level. I've seen what happens to minds when their owners die, and all that happens is that they die too.Carol and Julia gave Ava hugs, while I changed the subject with, "If we walk up this little hill we'll be able to see Prof and Vanessa's study. I've placed your study within walking distance of your bedroom. There's an easy path between them but we've come. Sara Ibrahim showed me a well known restaurant in the city, ordering some kabobs and an ice tea, my stomach started to rumble in anticipation of the meal to come. The young woman sitting in front of me giggled hearing the rumbling stomach. ‘You must be hungry aren’t you Marc,’ she stated to me giggling. ‘Uh yes I am actually,’ I honestly replied. Our food arrived and we started to eat our lunch. We have talked for about an hour mostly about her family, her job, and her dreams in life. Sara.