Barbara carved out aPA type of role for herself, and seemed to really enjoy being a secretaryfor 'Miss Frances'. I think Barbara had a secret submissi...e side to hercharacter - To herself, she squared her working hours submission, byknowing our roles would be reversed outside of work."Miss Frances ... Fifi, tell me what's wrong!" demanded Barbara as sheinterrupted and confronted me during one morning at the office.I shook my head and pushed her away impatiently, but she grew firm andblocked me. Usually I liked walking alone but sometimes I'd hook up with someone for a couple of days before heading off on my own again. I usually didn't head off until after spring as the weather in the Lakes could change quickly and today was no different the nice balmy spring day closed down rapidly to freezing rain the windchill factor dropping the temperature appreciably. Where we were was a bit isolated and Greg being a townie wasn't carrying the right clothing to stay out in it for more than twenty. ?Chapter 9Its morning. Sunbeams flooding the barn through the skylight and warmingslowly the place. I can clearly see the high roof with its strong beams,thewooden floor shining and the three stalls in front of me,closed with a highgate. Blacky is awake now,looking at me with its bright black eyes. I canonly see his head and shoulders higher than the barrier. He's very tallwith his high boots. He has a bit in his mouth preventing him fromtalking. He seems well rested. That's not my case. It's. Oh, Red, you blew it my good man, she thought. **** Darla, was fidgeting; she couldn't help herself. "Think she'll be a no show," she said, not looking at him. "Why wouldn't she show? Roberto said she would. She'll be here. She's only two minutes late," said Marty. "There she is," he said. "Gray business suit, like he told us." "Hi, I'm Sally Abrams," she said. "Hello," said Marty. "I'm Marty Castaign. This is my wife Darla." They all settled into their chairs. The bar girl reappeared.