" Bill ... take a ball peen hammer out to the truck ... that truck is near perfect, you went to a lot of trouble to remove all the wrinkles and imperf...ctions. The wrinkles and imperfections are the sins of that trucks life. You removed them with loving kindness. More or less, you've forgiven the sins of the truck. You get what I'm trying to say here?" I think so. You're saying the truck is a mirror of my soul. It's as perfect as I can make it.I'm God and I've taken away the sins of the truck?". ." her lip quivered,the hairs on her neck went static she could feel her skin goosepimpling like waterbubbles starting to boil as a ghost of evil overtook her sensibilities,she was scared, and her body told her her she should be. "I know I have.....so far,but I also know I'll never see a girl like you again..."Her fear amplified,she could no longer camouflage her breathing,her chest heaved "oh,sure,sure you will,I'm nuthing special really,please[crying],please just take me home" No, I won't[his. " I promise," said Mark. "We talk regularly when we're apart." Good. I know your parents will do the same but it helps to have someone of a similar age around the place."Mark nodded."I'd like it if you were to keep in touch." I'd like that too," he smiled.She patted him on the arm. "Au revoir then," she said."What was all that about?" demanded Serena."Tell you later."A marquee had been erected in the garden and eventually they were shepherded into it for an excellent lunch. There was a seating. " Quite so." Dashwood nodded. He made a mental note that Clarice needed disposing of sooner rather than later.Holmes woke after an unusually peaceful night. Humming merrily he started down the stairs. He stopped humming when he heard an odd rustling against the door. Cautiously Ned edged towards the door and unbolted it - carefully. Slowly he opened it. He jumped as Brighton's body slumped into the hallway."Good god! Brighton! Are you all right?"Brighton looked up at Holmes from the floor."I.