Ifshe let him best her in some way it would save face in front of hisfriends, but he wouldn't learn anything. No, she needed something thatwould teach...him once and for all to respect others and never bullyanybody ever again. Her eyes fell on the pink dress that no longer fither that she was wearing that day when he pushed her down in the mud.She smiled. Billy the Bully Hollister would have the worst day if hislife if he messed with her again.She put the dress and some other old clothes of hers. . a cat for the mice. Missy trained one of the prettier girls in the use of cards, ball and tea-leaves. Last ... just before they left ... a Vet supplied them with horse ... and human ... doctoring supplies. They didn't get caught while he was volunteering his medications at midnight.Their Gypsy wagons were 'improved' before they left Michigan. Much better springs and a nifty electric motor/generator helped keep their horses from tiring out after a hill or two. It charged a set of 24 volt. It would have added some depth to her countenance.There was another feature in Glenda's visage that created a barrier between her and the world. Whatever were her inner mood or thoughts, they could not be discerned in her expression by another person. When she would smile, her thin lips would curl on cue, but no laugh lines would appear around her eyes or forehead. She had no frown, only a blank expression, as though the withdrawal of expression was a punishment to an offender. She had a look. You knew that I’d know there’d be no point in contesting the divorce, and then you’d get free of me.“I go to London, and you with a sense of relief shack up with Liam and get engaged. When I get back you keep clear of me, but I get under your skin at the pub and you give me enough evidence to allow me to refute your accusations. You learn that I’m now MD here and suddenly I’m more attractive than Liam who is still trudging along without much ambition. You can see a big house, lots of money and.