It was a long day, I had little sleep the night before, and then the flight here was so long... I guess I fell asleep on Randy and he let me sleep." Y...u didn't... you know... your wedding night and all... you expect me to believe that you slept Jen? That is quite unlike the girl I used to date way back when." Uh... lets not go there okay Don? Randy and I were going to eat some breakfast, would you like to join us?" I only ordered enough for us Jen. Sorry Don. If you like..." Oh no. I wouldn't. Thomas. This was a rare but not unknown event and I assumed he was checking on where we were.When I arrived I was greeted politely by Mrs. Gifford and ushered straight in, which for me was unknown. Mr Thomas and his son were in conversation and stopped immediately they noticed me. William Thomas looked a jovial character must of the time. He was fifty-six years old, just below 6' in height and carried no more than a few extra pounds. It was only his silver hair that gave his age away. He had a. Now, only hours later she was destitute, resolved to a life of servitude with a dingy unlit room her only possession apart from her solid silver inscribed hair brush which had been left on the single chest of drawers. Yet she felt neither sorrow or despair even after receiving a beating from Mr Tannard of whom yesterday she would not even have given a minor thought. Now he was her master, a master who had bestowed his authority over her in under an hour. She had spent her life looking down on. ”“Roddy, my darling,” she came and sat with me on the sofa, putting her arm round me, “I know I’m not the best advert for good relationships, and I’m much younger than you, but I’d like you to do something for me – for you really.”“Which is?”“Go round to her place now and tell her what you have just told me.”“But–”“No buts. Go.”“I don’t know where she lives. She left Gary and got a flat somewhere.”“Flat C, 245 Back King Street. It’s that converted cotton mill. Go now. Have the courage to tell.