She and Neville had gotten front row seats and he was surprised to see Luna sitting beside them. He wondered whom she’d support when they played Rav...enclaw and as he attempted to share a grin with her, she shot him a look of so much guilt, sorrow and terror that he was taken by surprise. A moment later, her face was normal and she was simply staring expectantly over the field, obviously trying not to meet his eyes again. This was the second time within the last hour that he’d noticed her. I pulled up outside our house and made sure my side of the car was on the pavement side. I smiled through the window at them both and Frank waved, all very neighbourly like.As I made to get out of the car I made sure the door opened fully so that they would both get a good view of me sat at the wheel. I lent over to the other passenger side to put some stuff in my handbag, ensuring as I did so my skirt would "accidentally" ride up a little and that my arse would be on view to them both. I then. "I don't like that man," Tammy stated petulantly."I don't like him either," Grace agreed."Will you be my friend?" Of course I will." Grace smiled at the youngster reassuringly. "Why don't you show me your favourite toy?"The girl climbed off the bed and picked up a fluffy kitten from the floor and clutched it protectively to her chest."Does she have a name?" Grace asked.Tammy shook her head."Shall we try and think of one?"The girl smiled for the first time and sat back down on the bed, rocking. Tony hooked the line as she slid by, turning and hanging it from the winch as I hit the lever starting the haul. Tony was always handy on the deck. He was young, perhaps 25 or so but had been fishing since he was 10. Of Norwegian blood, his long blonde hair flashed in the moonlight as he guided the gear on board. Soon Tara was sliding the slippery Herring into the hold and flipping the bay perch back over as Tony worked by her side. I noticed she glanced up at him several times. But mostly I.