P. Isabella Gurnard. Beloved and loving wife of Harry Gurnard, Engineer.”Even in that beautiful churchyard and before his God, Gurnard could neithe...r tell the truth, nor conceal his own self-importance.“Engineer!” Polly almost spat the word. “Should I move out of the house?”“No, please, no. You found Isabella, you gave me the chance to tell her story and there is now so much more to be done. She’d love to know we were there, loving as she would have loved.”Polly looked at me. I’d said. My eyes got a pair of bug-eye lens over then. They looked like the ones people use when using a tanning booth. They pulled my head back, pushed tubes in my nose and down my throat, which fit into special channels in the exoskeleton. I had a pair of earbuds pushed into my ears before it got to spraying into my ears.Is that my hair burning away? How can I even be smelling it with this rubber stuff already up past my nose?“Yes,” came the voice in my head. “ I am communicating with the man in all. I wanted to try them on so I looked round for somewhere to change but couldn’t see anywhere. The young sales girl wasn’t talking any notice of me so I thought,“Sod it; I’ll try them on right here in the shop.”And I did, I took my dress off right there in the middle of the shop in full view of anyone who passed by and cared to look. I don’t think that anyone saw me but there again, I wasn’t looking.The sales girl did look up and at me one time that I was naked but she just turned back to. How could she do such a thing? How could she risk so much? How could she give something so precious to his care? I envy her, her daunting courage and I wonder, had she given her heart to me, if I could keep such a gift cherished and safe. Watching her suffer, it appears as deceptively easy as breathing. A powerful wave of tenderness washes over me. I want to make things right, I want to soothe her. She tries to jerk her arms free, she’s embarrassed about her outburst and her messy face. She.