‘David,’ Abbie’s uncle opened, ‘I’m told that you two think you are in love. I expect some proof of that right now.’ His tone was demandin..., parental. He said nothing more. David and Abbie glanced at each other and both took a deep breath before David began his explanation. He recounted meeting Abbie the first time, trying to talk to her. ‘She was shy and swam away from me. I really wanted to get to know her. I wanted to be a friend to the new person in the neighborhood. I wasn’t chasing a. And never, never 'Master'. He hates that word with a passion. I was here for using it, repeatedly, knowing he didn't like it. I was here for being a brat.THWAP!His playroom mostly looks a lot like a sumptuous home gym. It's well lit, with lots of mirrors on the walls. There's a stationary cycle, a treadmill, a high-end tanning bed, and a Bowflex exercise machine. A few free weights are stacked on a wooden rack. There's a glassed-in shower big enough for two in one corner, an area with an. "I know these look silly, but I um, was trying on some old shoes..."Betty held up her hand, "Look, I know you love your heels. There really is no need to apologize about the card. I can only imagine how tough it has to be without your memory. I understand completely. It's been hard on all of us."All of us? Know I love my heels?Betty's body language was reserved, with a certain resigned sadness. There was something going on here that I couldn't put my finger on."I know this is going to be. Nevertheless, she wasnot about to demonstrate frailty with a weedy young pantywaist lookingon. She bear-hugged the things, heaved to her feet, and with tendons,sinews and muscles straining walked rapidly through the house to theopen back door where she summarily dumped it on the step.There was no garden at the back of the house, and such space thatbelonged to Number 19 was small, concreted over and enclosed by highbrick walls pierced only by a latched gate that allowed access forkitchen.