“This isn’t my bag.” For a few brief moments I considered abandoning my luggage and just going without for the festival, replacing everything la...er. The festival was clothing-optional; there isn’t a lot I strictly had to have. Giving up that dream, I faced the long, expensive trek back to the airport and back to the camp ground. The driver was happy to tell me of the plans he’d already had to cancel to pick me up. He wasn’t upset, we were both commiserating in our misery.Eventually I got to. Anyway, it wasn’t a terribly long walk home, which was nice. There was a pretty tiring hill, though, and the sidewalks were uneven in places, and my ankles would turn at least two or three times a week. It was nice that that hadn’t happened tonight … Yet. I’d just passed the onramp to the freeway when I realized there was someone coming up behind me on a bicycle. I moved to the side again, to let them pass, but I heard the bike slow as he came abreast of me. As he stopped, I looked over and saw. Something to do with safety in numbers, I guess. Can we do it? You are not upset?" No, Elise, I am not upset. To be honest, I had the same urge to share. We will have lots of time to be together here in the future. Let's go back up after I get us a few big prawns. Maybe you can make up something nice. Prepare a cold buffet, lots of everything, drinks we have aplenty already."After putting the bikes back in the shed we set out for the beach. I knew exactly where to go hunting for the prawns and. Penelope satupright. She instantly recalled Esther's words that her mother was dead.Esther handed her a silver goblet of wine. Penelope took a long drinkfeeling the warmth go down her throat and nestle in her empty stomach."What did she die of?" A broken heart. Her son Drusus was killed almost eight months ago bythose Germanic beasts," Esther answered. "The news shocked us all. He washer favorite. She went into a seizure almost immediately. She was put tobed and nursed by me but she died on the.