When she walked down the street, no men turned to look at her appreciatively. The only looks she got were those of questioning curiosity or “what is...it?” looks as she called them. Ophelia felt that she was not a looker nor would she ever be one. She was resigned to the fact that she was destined to live the life of a spinster. She would soon turn forty, so she was well on her way with very little chance of any love possibilities. To her that was not necessarily a bad thing. She wasn’t burdened. ‘Oh yeah.’ ‘Will you help me boys?’ I plead. I can hear him, talking, persuading my innocent little daughter, I can see her wavering, she knows it is weird but why would this nice man lie? ‘We’re only seven,’ Peter says, ‘and Dad says not to speak to strangers.’ Robert chips in, wiping his soiled hands on his once white T-shirt, I notice Frank’s gaze flicking up at me. ‘Please Frank. I know you can see me.’ I see surprise register as I know his name, ‘ Please Frank. He’s going to hurt her,. I took pictures of him and the painting then pictures of the lady and the man to her side. I had noticed that there was a man near her keeping an eye on me. Like the painter I could see he had a concealed weapon. He was nervous. I also noticed that the painting was finished and that the painter was waiting for a call, he had an earpiece. I stood by him and asked him why he had not painted any of the other faces. He said the other people did not matter, only the lady did. I asked him how much. It's good to have you back." It's worth coming back for a hug like that. I just wish everything else wasn't as bad as it is." Come on in the kitchen and I'll put on some coffee." Oh, Jill, I thought it was already made. Don't go to any bother for me." It's no bother. And I told you I want to show off my coffee maker. Plus, I want a cup of coffee."Bozo was sitting patiently, watching the two of us."Claude, have you met my dog?"He knelt down and Bozo bounded over to him. "Of course. How are you.