The balcony behind the house was made of tin and sound the rain dropping on them was sounding beautiful. To my disappointment the back door was also l...cked. There was small bathroom window few meters ahead which I knew connects the sitting room. I thought if I could climb up there and call her she might hear me. As I pulled myself to the window and moved the glass of venetian blind to call her, the sight froze me. My heart stopped beating momentarily.I was dumb struck and couldn’t come an inch.. Isn't it dreadful what those men did to Ged? Is he coming home soon? And how will he manage?"All said with a smile, and a lilt of the Welsh, then a frown and a questioning look. "Oh, look you, you don't know me at all do you, Cariad? I'm Gwen; I'm his part-time housekeeper."Gwen laughed, "Fancy me not telling you who I was, I could have been anyone eh?"It all came out in one long sentence, in a tuneful Welsh accent, and when she stopped she took a long breath and laughed again."That's me, that. I was forced to turn my eyes in his direction. I look directly into those mirrored sunglasses so he knew that I wasn’t checking him out.“Cool, dude. I don’t know if you remember me. I’m Scot.” I extended my hand. Reaching up to shake my hand he replied “Yeah man. I remember you. Make yourself at home, bro. There’s beers in the refrigerator if you want one or 5” We all laughed.“Cool. Thanks, man.”“Hey Scot.. grab me one too.” My buddy said slyly.“Fuck you, dude. I’m not your mom.”“Your ass isn’t. “It would have been rude not to include her if he was married.” Willard sniffed the air and said, “God your dinner smells good. I’m sure he will rave about your cooking.” Rachael smiled and gave her husband another kiss and said, “I’ll do anything I can to be sure you’re respected by your employees at work.”As she turned to walk back into the kitchen, Willard smiled wickedly as he approved her attire. She had chosen a baby blue halter mini-dress, the shortest she had. It had a plunging.