”The Englishman turned and walked away. Molly picked up her thread worn satchel and hurried after the man. She knew the situation; Father had heard ...he tale in the tavern this morning and had known to approach Mr. Ingram: An English gentleman, his wife, and their three children were traveling to Saint Louis in America. He had business holding there. Their proper English nanny had taken ill on the boat out of England and had died during the night. The boat, a large, modern vessel with both sail. The property taxes and other expenses had forced them to make alterations in their life style. Amber had said that it took her full time to maintain their new home so she was unable to work. Thus Stan had taken on a second job at a parts house to make ends meet. But even this didn’t do the trick and they had struck on the idea of taking in a renter. So far it had worked out well enough. The extra money was enough to keep the wolf from the door and they had the added security of. "If you are uncomfortable with me sending this, I'll not bother you again." was how I ended the message. She didn't get back to me for a couple days, making me think she didn't want any contact.As I logged on that third day later, the message icon was on..."1". My heart jumped as I saw her name in the sender line."HI!!" it started. "Oh my God, it's nice to hear from you again!! Of course it's okay that you sent this." she went on. The message was full of stuff about her and her family and. Here, in a world which wassupposed to be loving and kind, he'd just found hate and loneliness.It was so tempting to climb the barrier and let himself fall over the otherside. A few seconds of freefall and it would be all over. Sure there wouldprobably be regret as he fell, but it would be too late to worry. The pain ofthe last two days would be gone and with it the confusion of his short lifewould also be ended. It was so easy to do. A few rungs of the barrier and itwould all be peaceful.As he.