She picks up one of thelatter and holds the material to her cheek."Mmm...like velvet, but softer," she says, passing it across.I hold the dress in fro...t of me. It's sleeveless, with a demure lacecollar and a diaphanous bodice that has built-in support; the skirt flaresout from a narrow waist to a hem that on someone my height would struggleto cover the knees. I have no way of telling where the garment was made,since the label at the top of the zip looks to have been cut or torn off.There are. Of course.”I hadn’t really taken that bias of a German national to heart but it put the seed of distrust in my mind unfortunately. But having decided already I wanted to wind my way up and over the Pyrenees, the tiny nation of Andorra, down the other side and head for the Atlantic shores.We took off from Barcelona to Manresa, Suria and routes northwest. I would be in Basque country.Herman and my five buddies chugged up more narrowing roads, sparsely populated, reminding me of the east highlands. Jub bhi mauka milta me unse baat karne ko try kar raha tha kuch na kuch bahana dhund kar.Phir din bhar aisa hi sab chalta raha saam ko tent wale sab set karke chale gaye . Me apni bade mammi ke ghar me tha to wahan se me apni mobile charge karne ke bahane une room me chala gaya jahan woh soyi thi .Moble charge hone ka wait karte kab ankh lag gayi pata nahin chala phir adhi raat me mera nind khul gaa aur dekha ki sab soye hue hein aur wo mausi bhi soi hui he to meine socha ki thoda kuch karke. I was fit and tanned and in good physical and mental health. I was ready to face Sarah and learn what her decision was. I wasn't worried, but I was curious. I loved her, but I couldn't live with her as long as she was the unpleasant woman she had become. I boarded my flight and prepared myself for the six hour trip to Boston.I arrived home early on a Wednesday afternoon. I had decided earlier to drop into my office and see Renee. I would check into a hotel for one night only, unless my reunion.