She couldn’t see me, but she knew I was there. She seemed to resign herself and began to walk slowly toward my hummock.It was a long walk – almost...700 meters by my scope - through the slowly waving sea of grass, and I watched her pick her way through it. She’d left the jacket unzipped and I could see she wasn’t wearing a vest, just a flannel shirt.That was probably deliberate. The breeze caught her every now and then, and she’d clutch the tan canvas jacket closed reflexively for a few second to. " She handed me the key to room nine. "Your usual room." She smiled, and it changed her appearance completely. I had thought she was good looking although her unhappiness clouded her face before. Now I had to admit she was beautiful."Thank you Mrs. Winton." I have reverted to my maiden name now, it's Miss Grainger. It helped dispel ... well you know." I nodded."Yes. I understand." Please call me Millie though." And I am Greg. When people use the name Mr. Hammond I look around to see if my. I found a way to get around the parking meters, tokens, Chucky Cheese tokens, worked wonders. Now, I do not know if they still work because Boston recently installed those new digital meters but back in the late ’80’s early ’90’s, one 25 cent Chucky Cheese token gave me the full two hours on the meter, instead of the allotted fifteen minutes, that would have cost $2.00. Sometimes, the Chucky Cheese token jammed the parking meter completely allowing me to park all day for one 25 cent Chucky. It was made out of very thin shiny material covering a thicker fabric under it. Mister forbade her to enter the garden wearing it because it might rip or get dirty. She normally didnt disobey Mister but the weather was too nice and she made sure to sit on a towel so she wouldnt become filthy. ———- Mister was the man of the house. She once dared to glance at the enveloppes which were lying on the table to discover Misters name. She decyphered Lord Andrew Griffith with difficulty. Lena never got.