‘This is a good place,’ he said, looking around. He shook out the large blanket, and placed it over the grass. Smiling at Molly, he sat down on it... and then lay back with his arms crossed behind his head. Molly smoothed out her dress and lay beside him, scooting her body close to his. She rested her head on his arm, and took a whiff of his hair. The smells around her were so fresh, the clean scent of his hair, the smell of the grass, the air away from most of the pollution of the city. ‘It’s so. She was very smart, beautiful and her ginger hair, white skin, brown eyes and modest proportions were the thing for you, and not to mention the desire for not having children, you couldn't imagine yourself a father.You two dated for two years and then decided to marry, something not to exaggerated with only family and close friends. For another two years everything was happy, you had a job, study, a wife and you own home, but then fate kicked you in the head again and you wife told you that she. No-one is on our trail. If someone's out this far to get us, they're probably lost someplace or coming at us from a totally different direction. No torches or lamps, or light of any kind," said Lernea, a little short on breath."You don't know what to expect from Hobb. It does make sense though; they sent a mob after us, but we weren't there. As long as we're out of the picture, Hobb will have the Sniggering Pig to himself anyway. As far as he's concerned, we've turned tail and ran, never to. He called me that night."Do you think you could do the work on Katie's car?" Yes, sir. I think so. But I cant be sure I wont run into problems." I think that would be the best bet, then."We went on to discuss the hows and whats and Bob (he asked me to start calling him that instead of Mr or Major McEvers) told me it could be a win-win for him. He knew a guy who did body work and painting and would have my car painted if I would do the engine and transmission switch for him. He still hated.