It is simply a matter of doing. And you won’t be able to do it until you have the confidence and understanding that comes with the knowledge of who ...ou are!”Cherrill sighed in frustration and clambered to her feet. At one point, she brushed the inside of her arm against the blood streaking her side and looked down, surprised as she remembered the wound. What surprised her was that it was still there and bleeding, but it didn’t seem to hurt – not much, anyway. ‘My body must be adapting to all. Even though Denise and Stan rarely spoke a lot during a normal working day, Stan felt her absence acutely for the next two days. However, he was busy and took his mind off the redhead by applying himself to his work.The first preproduction samples of Anne's chip were due in from Shucor next week. Stan was reviewing the measurements from the wafer manufacturer and the subcontractor's assembly data. All seemed fine, everything was within specification, but something nagged at him. He couldn't. She grabbed me and Ifollowed her into one of the bedrooms which she has set up as a studio.The room was filled art work. Some completed and some only partfinished with her latest still on the easel. She smiled looking over atme and took it down replacing it with a fresh canvas and started to mixsome paints. She asked me if I wanted to give it a try but I declinedsatisfied to just watch her work.She attacked the canvas filling it with bold wide strokes of variousshades of purple, frequently. I had known Tim since we were all kids together, he was the same age as Emma, a year younger than Josh and I. Josh and Tim were almost exact opposites in most things except their joint abiding love of fishing which they shared with their father. Josh was tall and slim with dark hair, and was totally devoid of any sense of responsibility or ambition beyond the next pub crawl or angling match. He had been one of my best friends since junior school and I was very fond of him, but he could be a bit.