I guessI'll take some if you don't need it." Mr. Hayes waved his handdismissively as the two teenagers ran of to get gloves."I got a huge pile waiten'...for me. I don't need it," he replied.The tree that had fallen on the barn turned out to be a monster. When itfell, it took about six feet of the barn with it, splitting it nearly inhalf. The tree, they found, was nearly completely cut up. A chain sawrested at it's side, chucks of wood embedded in it's chain. "Whoa," Leosaid looking at it. "Looks. I helped Selena raise her and I think I have a pretty good idea of what makes her tick. Now would you say that she needs a man who would be kind and gentle with her?" Definitely, but he would have to be able to be firm with her as well. Not physically or anything, but I have seen her go off on a tangent a time or two and her mother or you had to reel her in." That's right; she would need a firm hand now and then. Do you think that the man for her should be able to support her and her child?" Of. "I've got Cherry Dr. Pepper, sweet tea, Coke and water." "I'll have some of the tea," Ed said. "Tea for me, too, please," said James. "I think I'd like some water," replied Gene. So I got up and went into the kitchen, which is quite open to the rest of the living room, with a huge arch along the wall that separated the two rooms. Across that wall I'd had a bar installed so company could sit and we could chat if I was in the kitchen. I didn't like closed rooms and, while not afraid of. But he felt printed versions of great art never did the original justice.“I thought there’d be stag heads or at least antlers,” he said.“Constance isn’t into anyone hunting around here. Except for Tom, not much fishing either in their lake. He catches dinner,” she shrugged.He nodded, continuing to study the paintings as if in a museum.“You have to see the dining room,” she said. “It’s the portrait room.”He followed her there. He immediately saw a painting on the back wall by an artist he did.