" OK, love. You heard the lady, didn't you? She wants to go home now, so we'll go. But thank you." Well, thanks to you, too. Some woman you've got the...re." He removed his arms, and pretty soon Erik had the car rolling, while Ulla rolled the window back up.For a little while they drove in silence, Ulla still slumped back in her seat, making no attempt to cover up herself. Finally, as they were approaching our little town, she pushed herself up into the ordinary sitting position. "Erik, this was. "I'm going to hear a visiting poet read. You'll want to get here to hear him, too." Who is it?" Angus Sinclair from Wollongong." Really? I haven't seen him in – oh – 15 years." That's why I'm calling. I'll meet you in 20 minutes at the Cultural Centre, okay?" Right. I'll put on clean clothes."Oh my, I thought. Angus Sinclair. Martha's Angus. [see "Aftermath"] Still at Wollongong. I got into a pair of chinos and a clean shirt and walked over, considering how small the universe was.There were. . (well that time I didn't)After that i just sort of started to engage with her a little more. Knowing the person Kenji was i didn't want to go too far with that. BUT WHAT GOT REAL IS, afterward it wasn't just me who was trying to throw in signs. There was times she knew kenji left and comes out of the shower with a tower asking me where he is than tries to start a conversation with me. This one time she even asked me to bring her a new tower for her. (BTW we kick it about everyday and if it. For all the glances and touches he and Marigold had shared, Marcello seemed hesitant now. He actually led Marigold out to show her where he'd fixed a relay and spoke about it with some passion. Still, he kept his arm around her waist the whole time.When he'd finally finished the explanation, Marigold swiped her arm over her forehead dramatically, "It's starting to get really hot out."Marcello looked solicitous, "Did you want to head back to the village?"For just a moment, Marigold couldn't help.