She’s a happy little girl, but the strain is starting to show. She showed me a painting she’d finished and pointed out her signature. Katie O’Ma...lory-Dawes. If you guys do part, I’ll be keeping her as much as her mother will allow. We’ve bonded to each other and I think of her as a real granddaughter.”She gave a little sad laugh. “Well, technically, great-granddaughter, but the love is still here. It’s going to break Henry’s heart if she leaves; that little girl has him wrapped around her. Once I got inside, I went up to nonfiction on the top floor, put my bag down under a table in the reading area, and wandered through the stacks. I was too timid to ask for help, and I wasn’t even sure what I was looking for. So I wasted time, getting lost among the high shelves, like trying to find my way through a maze, hoping a title would jump out at me.I was in the section on the Civil War when a voice behind me said, “May I help you, Miss?”I felt like I’d been caught shoplifting. I knew. Brown. I'm Mike Tanner," Mike replied. "Haven't seen you around here before, are you new to this area?" "Just call me Ed, Mike," The stranger replied. "The wife and I come down here quite a bit to do some fishing," he went on as he soaped himself. "This weekend the wife’s girlfriend came with us and I can't get to the bathroom with two women around." "I can just imagine what you're going through," Mike replied laughing. "Do you have a. After another couple of swigs of coffee and a biscuit dunking I brought myself around to reply to her question – like she was sat there, on the settee opposite , looking slim, sensually rounded in the right places, her eyes deep and very suggestive – urging me to give her the answer I guessed she wanted… ‘I do find you attractive, Jo – you are easy on the eye no doubt about that.’ ‘Just easy on the eye. Oh! I see, Pete – so you wouldn’t want me?’ I guess my silence was embarrassing, for she.