The unpaneled walls were plaster, almost all of it crumbling. Many of these walls were removed to facilitate flow. The rest were stripped and redone. ...In keeping with the general theme, plaster had been manufactured on-site, using a traditional limestone and kiln method. The resulting wet wall was perfect for fresco painting. Enter David Bromstad.David was an artist. He had used my whole house as his canvas. I was very grateful he was good at it, though a couple were a little crazy. Since he was. "Good Morning Mrs Chiverton!" hailed her neighbour. "Oh Good Morning Mrs Green." "See your son's home. Hasn't he grown!" "Yes, he has rather. Sorry I cant stop; I'm rather late."As Margo Chiverton made her morning walk to the office she recalled receiving the letter that changed things so much between herself and Guy.6th April Dear Mrs ChivertonI do hope you will welcome this letter.Guy asked if I would let you know that he would like to take-up some work here at Brookfield.He's been worried. She's due to become pregnant, and not by her father. So Bob's a smart guy?" Nick asked me."Brilliant actually. Maybe not quite a genius, but..." Then realization struck me. "Do you think the Jewesses' demented plans will become much more appealing to Bob soon?" Probably," said Eva."Shit," I said."And you know these plans?" Nick asked Eva."Nope. Like that spy shit, it's need to know." If you knew, would you tell us?"Looking at Naomi, she responded, "I'd probably have a hard time with that."Naomi. Her long black hair and green eyes are a family trait that all the women in our family have. I guess I'd say she was average height and weight.Anyways she's been a truly single mother since her 3rd month of pregnancy, when my father moved to some other place. As a present on my thirteenth since we live in the middle of nowhere and I was homeschooled by her for the last 9 years, so she decided that we should go camping along with the fact that we were in the middle of nowhere surrounded by.