Because of the exercising he'd done with Bret, Bob had switched one of his events from the previous try, to pull-ups. Now Bob was not a muscular man. ...His build was more like a distance runner. Bob was five-eight and weighed one-forty, normally. After four months working out with Bret, he was down to one-twenty-five with almost zero percent body fat. The other contestants in the pull-ups laughed at Bob when he showed up. Most of them were not big body builder types. They were more like a gymnast. Glancing at the younger woman he said, ‘I met you this morning. I wasn’t aware your name was Chelsea.’ ‘Yes.’ ‘Will you walk though the town with me tomorrow pointing out places of interest?’ Charlotte and John exchanged alarmed looks and there was no immediate answer. ‘You’ll be safe with me.’ ‘Not tomorrow — next day if that’s okay?’ ‘Yes, I’m here to relax rather than to rush into everything.’ She looked up from her plate. ‘Do you like art?’ Charlotte and John looked at their daughter in. Good grief, she really was coming down with something. Hopefully, it would only be a 24-hour bug and she wouldn’t miss any school. The timing of this situation was turning out to be rotten indeed. “Rosanna?” Anna said softly, not wanting to rile her protesting stomach further. “I think I have to go to the nurse. I think you’re right. I’m not feeling too well.” This said, Anna fell face forward onto Rosanna’s chest. Only quick thinking and reflexes on Rosanna’s part kept them both from toppling. I have to say, that I had had no idea that I had inherited anything from my parents, but it now transpired that I had been the beneficiary of a quite sizeable sum, which Aunt Agatha had thoughtfully used to pay for my schooling and upkeep at Sheldon. So, in fact, since the age of two when my parents had been killed in the automobile accident, my dear aunt had paid all the expenses for my entire life out of my inheritance, of which I was now left with the small residual sum of around ten.