“What? You want to run away from me?” I asked nervously. “It’s not funny,” I imagined her full lips pouting. “Sorry.” “Why, the hel... are you sorrying? Everything is great, but I simply can’t adjust my legs. This fucking place is so tight. Moreover… my ankle hurts terribly, and it’s swollen I think.” “Let my see.” A minute later her small foot rested in my lap. I touched it cautiously. The black stocking was torn in places and under the fine fabric I could feel cool skin. Her foot was. I would not be the first McKesson to have fate reach out and touch me." You speak of differences and generations and fate," Teacher once again stopped to speak. "I cannot know your path. Such things are beyond me. I can only suggest that your search for differences must begin with the familiar. You have made a good beginning by exploring the Light and some of the path that your grandfather found before you." So I should keep exploring those things, and looking for the differences?" If that. ‘Just a sip or two you say?’ he said holding up the bottle. ‘How big were those sips?’ ‘Please, Billy. Stop shouting,’ she repeated still holding her head. ‘I’m not shouting,’ he whispered to her. ‘Let me help you to bed,’ he said taking her arm. She gingerly got off the table and said weakly, ‘Why is there a train running through my head?’ ‘They tend to make trips there when one has had too much to drink,’ he said with a soft laugh. He had experienced those trains himself on a few occasions.. My grandfather was sitting on a bench style seat and drinking wine and I noted they had both been playing cards. He beckoned me in and told me to sit on the seat in front of the small electric fire. The man who opened the door to me now closed it and retook his seat on the bench. ‘Who is this little beauty’ he asked my grandfather. ‘Mariel’, he answered, my daughters daughter, ‘An old head on young shoulders’ he said laughingly, and pointing at me said unabashedly, ‘Started growing a nice set.