“Marge, I think you know how I feel about you, and I think I know how you feel about me, but I keep feeling that you’re holding something back fro... me. Please, just tell me, you’re a good person; it can’t be that bad.”“Don’t be so sure of that,” she cried and ran off. She wouldn’t take my calls or answer my texts, and didn’t show up for our training runs all week. She finally showed up Saturday morning for our long run, but refused to talk about anything but the run. Finally, she snapped.“Look,. In any event, I was not the sort of person to be interested in such details because I was not the collecting type.The name on the station platform for the Great Pacific Northwest Railroad office said, “Jefferson Davis Station – Rocky Mountain Terminal”I was somewhat perplexed wondering if the Pacific Northwest people had suddenly reverted to showing homage to the former President of the Confederacy and leader of the Southern States in rebellion against the duly instituted Union of the United. I didn’t know why Nadine thought I needed all this background on her new boyfriend and his sister.Kim’s photograph showed that she was a heavy set girl, somewhere in her late twenties. She was by no means fat, but as my mother used to say ‘she’s got meat on her bones’. I thought she looked a good few years younger than Nadine, who’s age I still wasn’t sure about, but the picture gave no hint when it was taken.As agreed, we met up at the ‘Cat & Fiddle’ pub, on the notorious A537 Buxton to. .Herman was sullen and defiant although Anita time and again tried to show him the good sides of the project. He kept pouring himself tiny glasses of schnaps and failed to register the glances Anita and I exchanged over and again. Anyhow, it was all to no avail, and I left their flat without success – or did I?The next day my phone rang – Anita wanted to talk over a few details with me so she could again try to persuade her husband in the evening. Could she come over? Of course she could!When I.