In the corner of her room was a door, it led into a short corridor witha curtain on the wall in front of us and a door open to the left whichwas her e... suite. She pulled the curtain to one side which I expectedwould reveal a window, but instead there was another much smaller door.Silently she took a key from her pocket and unlocked it, there was alight switch on the wall beside the door, she switched it on, thenpushed the door open. In seconds I was standing in a tiny room, therewas a small cot. Problem is, most are to deeply tangled in their own webs of life to learn from a fly. There-fore they are easily caught.’ The old Indian woman from the Indian Reservation station looked up at Lynn. Smiling, as she poked a long stick into a crackling fire and drew a puff off of her long stem pipe. Same clothes, same smile, and both braids still lay across her front. ‘Hi,’ Lynn said lightly and almost relieved to see a fire lit face, smiling. Lynn looked at the warm fire then at her self. She was. “Look, Paul,” said Jean, “I’m sorry I got a bit carried away yesterday. That’s one reason I decided to stay at your grandma’s last night. If I’d stayed I would have gone much further and that would have been wrong of me. But I don’t regret what we did together and frankly I’d like to do it again. But if you are uncomfortable with it I’ll just have to go back to being a bitter frustrated harridan.”Paul looked at his mother and said “I don’t know. It was nice and part of me wants to do it again. She looked back at Mercy, who had a furrowed brow, straining as though to hear something, or to remember something.At that moment, Mercy looked away from the Turks, whose oar-driven ships were extending the distance between themselves and the dangerous Corcyra shoreline.From the north, as Mercy peered, a second fleet appeared."That must be the Austrians," she thought.The newly arrived fleet manoeuvred quickly in a line taking them straight south along the Adriatic coast. They approached without.