Eddy was a keen fisherman, and had dragged me from the cabin at first light, leaving the two girls warm and sleepy in their beds. I have never been a ...aggot thrasher; the only fishing I like is where the chippy dredges a nice piece of battered cod from the fish fryer before dousing it in salt and vinegar. However I accompanied him and watched him casting – and waiting – then casting again – and waiting again. Actually, Eddy did quite well and caught enough fish for our breakfast.Just sitting. What can I do for you Hazel? It's a good thing you caught me, I was just leaving, and you would have had to call me on my cell....Sure, I'll have some time toward the end of the week if that'll work out for you....Okay, I'll call you the day before, bye now.” I hadn't drove a block when my cell phone rang. I pulled to the side of the road and answered it. “Chad's Carpentry....Hi Dawn, what a coincidence, I just hung up with Hazel a couple minutes ago.....No, I didn't know that, she sure doesn't. I took her into my arms and held her close, "Oh my love, if you're happy, then why are you crying?"She looked up at me with her bright tear filled eyes and asked, "Do you think Martreen has had enough time to train your making love to the other women yet?" I... I don't know. Perhaps. Do you miss Martreen? Is that why you're sad?" I asked as I lifted her chin with two fingers and kissed her lips tenderly."Well, yes, but it's more than that my man. You know that Martreen has seen many more. She had seen that expression before. He was ready to kill somebody. Jenn knew that if he said the wrong thing; if he did something, it might be the end of their future. They could not afford to lose the farmland. They could not afford to lose their house. They could kiss goodbye their daughter's college plans."M ... M ... Mister Okanda, perhaps we've misunderstood you. Sometimes people mix up their words in English. Maybe what we think we hear is not what you intended to say..." Her words.