“What seems to be the problem?” I asked.“It’s my wheelbarrow,” replied Keith. “Ever since it was painted it’s been possessed.”“Don�...t be rude,” interjected Tansy. “Invite the man in.”“Of course, do come in. I’ll show you the wheelbarrow. It’s probably outside the kitchen door by now.”Tansy Bickford led me through their ornate, sterile house, over-furnished with Laura Ashley kitsch, and into the kitchen. Keith then led us into a small mud-room and opened the door to the back garden. There indeed. He loved her, but he was pretty sure he wasn't supposed to love her that way.After lunch, when Annie was in the bathroom putting on her makeup before driving over to Maywood, there came a loud knock on the front door. Caleb was in his room reading.Annie yelled out, "Caleb, go see who that is! I'm in the bathroom." Yes'm!" he hollered back.When he opened the door, there stood Aunt Meg, red-faced and as mad as a wet hen.She jerked the screen door open and started to push her way into the living. Calming. He rolls onto his back, keeping her tight in his arms. Her head drops to his shoulder, her hand curling on his chest. Her fingers trace little circles on his skin. Im sorry I hurt you, Sam, she murmurs. He tightens his arm around her, but doesnt reply. Taking a deep breath, she continues. Ive been alone for so long… She stops there. She starts to scoot away from him, but hes ahead of her this time. He rolls her onto her back, pinning her down with his body. What did I say about no more. As the night went on she was getting pretty tipsy and i could see her flirting with the men, especially a group of youngish blokes in one corner of the bar. She was with one of her female workmates so left it and carried on drinking and watching. She was giggling and flirting with this group of about 8 or 9 blokes when i noticed one of them had his hand on the back of her thigh just below the hem of her dress and was rubbing gently up and down while another bloke had his arm around the waist of.