About half an hour later, Joan was fed and had clean nappies, the sun started to descend behind the trees and it got cooler. “I think it’s time to...go home” Cathy said to me. Incredible, what her soft, throaty voice could do with even these banalities. Gentlemanly, I offered to accompany her to her place, which I was allowed, provided that I took my turn of pushing the pram on the gravel paths. We talked and I felt like being part of a family already. Cathy’s flat was not far away from the park,. " Great," he actually rubbed his hands together. "We'll have a helicopter at the FiberDyne helipad at 9am tomorrow, if that's not too early?" No problem," I nodded. The drinks arrived and I took a long sip of the lemonade. It was a pleasing combination of tart and sweet and didn't go too far one way or the other. I'd been studying the menu while we talked and I was prepared to order, asking for a prime rib sandwich and salad."The last of the paperwork was signed this morning," Lloyd told me.. One, she was not wearing a wedding ring. Two, she did not seem so disappointed when she spent her first night aboard with a man she had met in the lounge. Yet she expressed great love for her husband, and for a few moments had the wistful look of one who is homesick.I was, of course, not such a boor as to mention these things to her.I allowed that train travel was a delight in and of itself, and that such journeying was conducive to brief but intense relationships. I reiterated my acceptance of. I saw a smaller rifle below another Sharps, it looked slimmer and very different. There were also three pistols that looked like my Navy revolvers but did not have the loading handle under the barrel which caused me to ask about them. William explained that these new pistols were like the Sharps rifle, using a cartridge to shoot and load faster than even the Navy revolvers. I looked at them and found them to be a better fit in my hand. The barrels were about two inches shorter than the Navy.