Above the benches were shelves each of which held an imaculatelyconstructed model of some significant piece of engineeringhistory. A beam engine, Stev...nsons Rocket, The Sentinel weresome of the labels.He briefly explained that they were scratch built and all of them worked but the smoke meant he couldn't start them indoors.Wow Dibs I exclaimed, you are amazing, and gave him one ofmy big hugs planting a big kiss on his lips and squeezing myselfagainst his frail frame.As always he pushed me away. We'll think of something. Would she let you go sailing, with Julie and Toni, if Maggie was along?" I don't know, sweetheart. It's really funny, but I think she'd be more likely to, if you were along. She's pretty old fashioned, about 'Women's place', and 'Men's'." We could tell her I was going along. Then if we just stayed in the house, the whole week-end, with the right message on the answering machine, she'd never know. She couldn't even try to call, to check on your whereabouts. She doesn't. As his head dipped, he started and looked up. He too checked the clock and apparently arrived at the same conclusion. Gently lowering her hand to the bed, he began to stand up, clearly stiff from sitting so long.I stood to lend him a hand, but he waved me off. "Stop treating me like an old man," he said softly with a smile. Even here, even with her here, he maintained that smile with a persistence born of long habit.Both of us stretched as we walked out of the room. Neither of us spoke as we. ’ Responded Jim. With that, Carol’s Father seemed to return to his daze, huddling back into the front passenger seat, with his physical misery plain to see. Forty minutes later they arrived home. Carol pulled into the driveway and helped her Father out of the car and towards the front door of their house, while Steve got the luggage. Just outside the front door, was one of the neighbor ladies. She seemed to be shocked to see them, her eyes were big and her mouth a bit open. In her hands she was.