’ he said, his head hung low and a spiked fist deep in his gut, grabbing and twisting. *** ‘Beatrix, come here!’ Geoff whispered loudly to his w...ife. Bea scuffled as fast as she could with the large tray of tea in her hands ‘What is it?’ she asked ‘look.’ he said and they both watched as Ludvine crept upstairs. ‘She has no reason to be going back up that set of stairs.’ Bea said than handed the tray to her husband. ‘Wait here I’m going to watch the monitor.’ Bea ran into her room and lifted the. Frances Brown really told me off, as did some of the others. I deserved it all. I basically became a hermit and finished the semester, then left the college. I didn’t know about any of the rest of it until I met Barb in the lab. My Dad sent me to BCIT to finish my certification. I lived with my Aunt there. We talked about what I had done. She already knew. She’d talked to my Mom and your Mom. She never told me that you were in prison. Nobody did until Barb in the lab. We met again for coffee a. "No, the wall is still there. Not physically, no, but if you have no money you can go nowhere. The politicians in Bonn sold all the factories to big companies. They closed them down. All the western companies wanted were an easy way to the German market and tax deduction. The people who worked there never had a chance. Germany has not been united. West conquered East and took everything they could get hold of." But... but..."Lisa didn't know what to say. This was nonsense. Germany had been. I also think that a log from such a chat night with Mindy would be useful to those who missed it. Or to those finding Fictionmania in the future. Any questions that they have about Fictionmania have a good chance to be answered in the log.(Anne-Mal) You may all think me crazy, I know Chrissy does but I believe that Mindy is nurturing a literary movement!(sue) I certainly think this site has given budding writers a new avenue to strengthen this form of fiction.(Regal) A TG literary movement..