As I squinted, my nose came in contactwith a scuffed pair of Roblee oxfords.A gruff voice penetrated my ears like a sandpaper Q-Tip. "You really didit...big this time Masters."It took a second for it to filter through the pounding drum in my head.It was Sgt Walters of the 32-nd precinct."Oh Goody, Walters of homicide. Shouldn't you be out investigating theman who murdered fashion by selling you that $24.95 suit? Do you get twopair of pants with it or one?" Funny Masters. Very Funny. You oughta. After breakfast and morning chores he would comeinside and just nod as I prattled on."Off you go," Dolly would say. I would collect the packed lunch andswish off down the path. I would always be back by mid-afternoon forsewing and preparing dinner - sometimes with fresh meat or fish, andwild herbs I had gathered. We still had evening entertainment for Bear- a short play, a musical show, or the two of us dancing for him. TheLodge could be a happy place.There was still enough of the summer. One time Lucy was too slow and she had to hide in the storeroom until that visitor had gone.Even Jennifer being able to let the workmen see her naked in her room had gone because of the new building.The kids did however have the park that they could escape to on their own. They couldn’t go to town because they’d spent all their pocket money and Dennis wouldn’t give them an advance from the next weeks. He didn’t worry about what, or who, the kids were doing in the park.On the Monday evening. Tiffany walks up to Bethany and hugs her best friend, "Let's get goingBethany we need to catch up with Susan." Bethany looks back at Mr.Robertson one more time and asks Tiffany "So what is up with Mr.Robertson, he looks so sad every time I see him." Tiffany thinks for asecond then responds, "Yeah I know what you mean Bethany, but he nevertalks about what is bothering him. I have tried my best to help him but hejust insists nothing is bothering him"They both start heading out of the school but.