They now knew there was a direct link to JBG through Hanna and the pressure was on to sell again. Hanna Page was his only grandchild; her dream was to...run her granddad’s station.Carleton Page knew he would be out of a job and the station closed if he sold out; the last locally owned station gone. He did work out contracts to sell news stories to the major networks.Hanna did manage to work in questions on my health; she had caught on quickly to the ways of the White House media teams from the. Polly liked the bigger car because it allowed her to avoid worrying about having her hair rearranged by the interior roof. I liked it because we all could sit facing forward and enjoy the ride together like a family.When we arrived, Renata and Rodney had my chair ready to go. They came over a bit earlier to have things in hand for us. I stepped out of the car, found myself just a bit unbalanced, and was pleased when Hawk gently took my arm and steadied me into my chair. That's when I realized. I'm not coming back." Some things change, some don't. It all depends on your point of view."I left him there, brushing down his horse. There was nothing more to say. Only time would tell which was correct, his point of view-- or mine.Part 2: Amy's ReturnAt first, life in San Francisco had been different and exciting. The Golden Gate Bridge, cable cars, museums, shopping around Union Square; I explored it all eagerly. I even enjoyed the fog, if you can believe it -- growing up in the desert. The shop is finally empty apart from myself, Cherry and her younger assistant who is busily wiping down tables. It’s now or never…..“Cherry, have you been to that new bar on the High Street?”“Yeah, only once. It was really good, you should check it out, Craig.”I tell her I was hoping we could try it together sometime. She studies my face, not answering for what seems like a minute. I gaze into her deep brown eyes, losing myself.“Oh, erm, yeah okay, could be good. I must warn you, I can probably.