Quite remote I thought when I searched it sometime later with my car. Leaving a low-traffic country road I saw the parking lot. And there she was! She...had made herself beautiful in her car and sat with her incredible long legs crossed, in a white dress, under a huge tree on a bench. I had to park 50yards away and, I admit, quite nervously walked towards her. She was wearing a black haired wig and very subtle makeup, light red lipstick and this sweet little white dress. Wow, I thought. As I came. .. What’s so special about Philippa? I’m hotter than Philippa ... He’d be much better off with me ... I’d give him a much better time. She was boring and ugly – I’m hot and funny...”Although she hasn’t said anything funny yet, it’s very easy to believe that she is – and there’s no arguing about the ‘hot’ comment. She is. Flipping her long blonde hair, flashing her white teeth, speaking with that perfect public schoolgirl accent. You could easily picture her at St Trinnian’s, tight blouse, short. ”“Pissed!? Don’t get ME started.”“Should I sit on your lap again?”“That would get me started too.” I finally smiled.We ate and sipped our wine as I cooled down and Kendi gathered her courage.“I’m OK now Kendi, if you want to go on.”She sipped her wine again and started up.“I found your record. Even in war and with all of the killing you remained a good man.”“There were a lot of good men there. Some didn’t make it.”“Harvey?”“Harvey was one.”“You ran through a huge field of fire and dragged seven. "Don't you remember? You asked me not to say anything." It is good that you didn't. I doubt that anyone would have believed you anyway. I'm glad you decided to keep your promise." After she said that, she took her last bite from the sandwich and chugged the rest of her milk. Smiling at me, she stood up and walked back the way she had come.After she left, I wondered why she had said what she did. It almost seemed like she was challenging me to tell someone. A couple minutes after she left,.