"Good boy" Fred said, patting him on the head, and handing him his pile. "You'll do well". As they trudged off, the heat of the burning house on the...ir backs, Barnaby rummaged in the pile he'd been given. Inexplicably, the keepsakes were gone, and his spare dungarees were singed, like they'd been burned by a cigar. "You know, your mother was wrong about me" he said after a while, once they'd crested the hill that hid the Pike's house from his own. "I leave the farm plenty, you know. . He shakes his head and chuckles, What the hell, youre not going anywhere else tonight. He pours me a glass of wine and hands it to me and I sip it slowly, moaning softly at the taste. He looks at my lips as I lick the Moscato off of them and shakes his head and picks up his book and starts reading again. Thanks, Mr. J, I say, placing the glass on the edge of the hot tub and scoot closer, crossing my legs and letting my foot brush against his calf. So, any women in your life? He chuckles and. I've shut everything off. Thank you so much - again."Mark watched her fix a bowl of soup and leave the kitchen. Things weregetting lighter, a little more relaxed."You're welcome again." She makes the best potato cheese soup," Julie said grabbing two bowlsfrom the cabinet before opening a drawer to get two spoons. She scoopedthe thick soup into both bowls before inviting him to sit at the kitchentable. There was a loaf of French bread already cut with a cube ofbutter on the table. He sat. . He doesn't know I'm attached to the school, or itwould be too much of a risk. He was a pupil at the school and the schooldoesn't stop caring just because you aren't at the school. He has lots ofissues, which I can't talk about. I just hope we can get him back." "Now off to bed," ordered Mr Hobson. "It is very late, so do it silently.You don't want to wake the rest of the school." Helen and I were the last ones to leave the year-one common-room, makingsure that all of our year, especially Jill,.