I sort out all my clothes into ones that fit me now, ones that are just a bit tight and those I can't get into anymore. My goal is to get into those w...ite Jeans and tank top at the end of the rail, the ones I wore on that great holiday I had with Paul; thinking of Paul brought a tear to my eyes.Its payday, almost a month since I started this bloody diet. After a long soak in the bath, I stood in front of my mirror, knowing that my clothes are definitely looser now than they were. I look. And speaking of that, with the way we look, I'll bet those nurses don't even offer us a cup of coffee when we get to the ER." He had made the remark as a joke, but was more than halfway serious."Yeah, you're probably right," Toby replied. "Muddy and wet, we still smell better than I did a couple of months ago when I brought a patient in, though. This farmer fell through the loft of his barn and landed in a cattle stall that needed mucking out really bad. He had a broken arm and leg, not to say. Each roughly cut pole was about ten-feet tall, and a foot and a half wide. From each pole hung 2 rough iron chains, and iron manacles that looked to be from the 17 th century. The ground in front of each pole was covered with sand, and two large iron rings were attached to the floor about three feet apart, and about a foot in front of the poles. Master dutifully pointed to the poles and ordered the girls to approach them. Standing motionless in front of hers, Lynn looked down at the sand,. ‘Aye, she was my granddaughter.’ Wim’s tongue turned to wood. ‘I’m very sorry,’ he said, at last. The man nodded. ‘What happened to her mother?’ ‘Died last winter, heartbroken.’ Tears welled in the man’s eyes. Wim attempted to offer further condolences but he could not speak, not with the knot in his throat. He turned away from the old man and looked up the narrow street. He was not surprised to see the woman in yellow beside the twisty pillars. Neither frowning nor smiling, there could be no.