"That and your collars, I was about to get to," said Kay."I think the collar is a symbol of honor. What you've gone through to get where you are. We s...ould continue wearing it with pride. Let's take a vote."Kay's proposal lost, hands down. She went out of the room, then came back with a pair of heavy shears. Kay cut the leather collars off all nine necks."Now on to the clothes. We have one set of clothes for each of you. They were taken from your homes, when we took you. They may not fit you. Very few of us can read any Old Mandarin, which means that it was for my eyes only. In translation the text reads: 'The way that can be spoken of is not the constant way.'" Huh?" Janina nearly sneered.Yakhir held up his hand to stay her again, even though he could barely stop waving it with excitement, "Don't worry about the meaning of Old Mandarin philosophy or you will miss the clues. Father found 'the way.' He was saying that he found the source, maybe just a source, and it is nothing akin. We were sat on the sofa, he was looking over my shoulder as I described the work that had been done. The brush of his fingers on my upper arm had stirred feeling. I continued to talk about the work on the website, the bookings that had been confirmed as he began to look bored… I suspected that he just wanted to chill out; so did I; but I was also conscious that the last few occasions had been business orientated and I didn’t want to do anything to spoil what I’d got planned for the afternoon. . I had a telephone call from a woman not connected with the LBG (Ladies Bridge Group), but who is a dear friend of one of our members. The member told me that I would be contacted by her, her name is Hattie.Her daughter is twenty-one years old and was involved in a bad traffic accident. In fact the whole family was. The father was killed, the mother Hattie lost an unborn child and had to have a hysterectomy and was in hospital for a few months. The daughter Ann had brain damage and has the mind.