This was at first and then I got to thinking, why didn't I go up to see where we were going to lay the pipe? My Cat was still up there, so I climbed u... the road and started my machine. I didn't know yet where exactly the well pipe would be coming from the ground, but I could at least start the cut along the ridge for the penstock.Penstock ... that is a weird description of something that delivers water, i.e., basically a pipe. It sounds like something to corral cattle or horses. Why didn't. He took a paternal interest in her, making sure she got home safely, often staying and chatting to her family. He was a kind man and good looking, for an older man, she thought, and wondered why he had never married. She envied his wealth even though she knew he had worked hard for it.Her own family was not wealthy like him. They ran a small kebab restaurant downtown but the competition was hard. But they got by. They had wanted her to go to college, but couldn't afford the fees. Therefore they. Didn't you think I would want to know? That I had a right to know? I know you two have a special relationship, always have. Hell, sometimes I think you two are closer than we are, but I am your wife and his sister!"Christine looked more hurt than angry now and, shaking her head, she stood up and pushed back from the table. When JJ went to stand up as well, a single look from Christine had her sinking back into her seat.As Chris turned away, heading for the bedroom, her parting comment dropped. When he talked, he talked about music. He talked about the quiet splash of the paddle, the people's conversation, the birds, the squirrels chattering as a random musical event, the silences between notes. He talked about John Cage and chance composition. Then he talked about how he liked to compose. Not chance but sometimes sounding like it. But with melody. A melody he concocted using the mathematical relationships found in engineering. Maybe her poetry... maybe he could use her poetry....