”No reply.“Do you think you can get the waxworks on before noon?” he called back sarcastically. He knew he shouldn’t have said... that, but she was acting like a big baby. He heard the washbasin water go on full flow. Funny how women could use such subtleties to voice their emotions rather than spoken words, he thought, glad that she couldn’t hear him now. He slammed the door and went for coffee.While he sat in the small restaurant watching the time pass and people. What she saw reflected in the mirror disturbed her. There was no way to deny that she had gotten fat. Looking at her thighs and butt, it was hard to believe that George had never complained. She stepped on the bathroom scale and stared at the result. She was forty pounds overweight and she had not noticed it. She wondered how she could gain that much weight and not notice. Sick to her stomach, she put on her bathrobe and left the bathroom.She smiled back at George when he smiled at her while. " The pitiful Brownie muttered."Very well! I think you've learned your lesson this time, but remember! Good Luck only from now on for the villagers to make up for all of the poor Luck you've given them recently! If I don't see those grain fields looking lush and ripe by harvest, I'll be planting your head in those fields instead and they'll be a new brownie here! " The smiling cobbler instructed, and then added as an afterthought..."But closely examine the Reeve of this village — don't give him. He hesitated for a moment. "Jennifer, are you sure that you don't want to come too? After all, its part of your history too." Not like yours. Most of my memories are of meeting you and the two of us together. You need some time there by yourself."He nodded and took a deep breath. He crossed the road and headed down into the shelter of the trees.And then it was there. First the statute. He circled it, looking at the faces of the three bronze men; at their uniforms and weapons. He could feel.