I took a deep breath, opened the bedroom door and strode into the hallway. She dropped the gym bag she was carrying. Her hands flew to her mouth in ...urprise and she shouted, "Who are you and what are you doing here?" It's me, Tom, your husband. I can explain?" You've got to be kidding," she said, frowning."What?" "I'm not married. I've been a widow for 3 years... and you're not Tom."My mouth dropped open in surprise. All my thoughts on stepping back into my life vanished. My stomach went. She was still looking atherself in the mirror.My room had warmed up a little with the passing of the sun. I hung Mrs.Cooper's clothes next to the ones already there, reminded again of thegown I'd promised to prepare for Elizabeth as it hung there elegantlynext to Mrs. Cooper's more subdued daywear. I judged I had time toprepare her dress before Mrs. Wilson arrived, and prepared the iron andboard. It took some work, given the delicate bows at the shoulders andsleeves. Silk was never simple to. In the two back corners were areas about 12 foot square with a lattice wall towards the movie screen. There were a couple of guys in the one on the right but I noticed about 40-50 guys packing the other one. I went closer to see what was going on but couldn’t really see. I thought that maybe they were watching something going on so I got to the edge of the group and stood on tiptoes to see over. I started to get pushed, first by one guy then two then a bunch of hands pushing me along. I. We are outta here.” And mean it.Here, today, 20 miles is the new five. Just about a pushing day’s ride. There isn’t much foot traffic after five miles. I figured we made about eight yesterday. Thinking about it ... the camping spot was perfectly placed ... too far for the walking drover ... but not halfway. Bridgetown was precisely twenty from Painswick. At ten there was a solitary inn and stables. No houses ... just the inn for the traveler and the barn for the horses.We took our pallets to.