The crooked front teeth. The bright smile and the slightly amused expression that implied that she had a secret, and the secret was on me.Not caring a...ny longer if any of this was real or imaginary, I ran to her as fast as my eight-year-old legs could run. The tears started streaming down my face as I called her name for the first time in too many years."Anne, Anne, oh my darling, my dearest Anne!"She hugged me, then simply held me as I wept out the years of bitterness and loneliness. Finally,. The house itself looks daunting, 3 storeys of brick and mortar. The windows are tall and narrow, the frames painted a dark brown, a stark contrast to the red brick. Arty urges you to head up, assuring you he will handle your belongings. You grasp the iron gate and swing it towards you, making your way up the stairs. As you approach the door, you get the feeling you are being watched from inside. The large front door looks foreboding, but you muster up the will to clutch the knocker and knock on. “You would be?” I asked the maid, who blushed as she undressed without waiting for my permission.“Bernadette,” the brunette told me, raising my hackles a bit.I knew exactly who was now that she reminded me. Yeah, she could be trouble, with her loyalty to Cersei and House Lannister. Then again, if I could bring her onto my team, into my camp, that would be extremely useful. She would make an excellent spy and part of my own network of informers. I would need such. While I didn’t worry as much as. “You’re absolutely filthy,” I replied, “first thing we need to do is get you home and get you clean and changed. Actually no, the first thing we need to do is let your Mum know I’ve found you.”“No, she mustn’t know I wasn’t at school,” she said horrified.“Too late for that,” I answered, “when you didn’t answer either your mobile or home phone, I rang her to check if you were all right. Do you want to ring her or should I?”“I’ll do it,” she said, sighing, before pulling her mobile our and.