He looks up, Olive has a bandage on her arm while moving one wagon pair forward to the side of the road and Heidi is moving the other wagon pair up in...her wake. Sam is tying the reins of a horse to each dead while Lee collects gear.Boone says, “Damn, we’re organized. What’s with Olive’s arm?”Nellie says, “Heidi says it’s a minor crease, a little further out and it would’ve been a clean miss. The ball is somewhere in the wagon. I took Morgan off ground hitch and told him to stay with the wagons. His little alabaster girl was laid out naked on the crumpled white sheets, curling up at the sudden loss of the warm covers, but Mel did a quick scan of her form and was mesmerized. Her hair he knew, long and straight and black, like a backdrop upon which her body had been painted by a master artist. Her face was exquisite with full lips, a cute little nose, high cheeks with a slight dimple as she smiled looking up at him and asking what he was staring at. And her eyes. As black as her hair,. Outside, as we travelled away from the city into the countryside, the suffocating yellow-grey smog of London thinned and disappeared, leaving the clear black starry night all around us.London in the late 1940s and early 1950s was a hell of a mess, with bombed out buildings still on every street, the country completely bankrupt with the weight of war debt. Families who had relatives abroad were receiving food parcels from the colonies, we were that badly off. We’d thrown everything we had. I grew up girl shy, never had a girlfriend or dated much in high school. After I was discharged from the army I met my wife to be. We married and had three children over the next seven years. Our group of family and friends would take turns throwing a party about once every month and a half. My brother in law (wife's brother) married during this time. His mother in law, Deloris, was a single attractive woman about eight or ten years older than me. She would come to the parties and was a.