Plus, didn't I just hear you start talkingwithout even giving a curtsy or saying Auntie may I ask you a question.Remember its Aunt Jennifer now not Je...nnifer.For all that rudeness you will be punished, but since it's the firstoffense, I will not spank you very hard. That's when Jennifer reachedout and grabbed my hand pulling me over to an open corner in the livingroom, while having me turn to face into the corner. Once I was facingthe corner I watched as she reached in her pocket and took out. ‘Sorry.. I was just joking.. If you can’t its fine. I’ll just try my best and maybe I will pass this time round.’ And that is the first time her puppy dog eyes worked on me and since then, it has never not. ‘Fine.. fine.. I will help you. Just come to the library an hour before school hours tomorrow. What topics do you want to cover?’ ‘Give me your number. I’ll message it to you.’ After she saved my number, she moved ahead and opened the door for me. I did not know what to make of the events. The view out the window wasn’t promising. From a slate grey sky the fine rain drizzled down on the campus, freezing instantly as it hit the ground. Pretty as the coating of crystalline shimmering black ice looked, it wasn’t making life easy for those attempting to walk out there. Ellen Sanders hated ice rain. She turned to place her crutches against the wall and slid her bag off her back. She opened the small red and blue zipper that gave access to the side-pocket where she kept her cell phone.. I couldn’t take her with me, she knew she couldn’t leave her own country. We’d agreed to end our contact, to not write or phone. Now, twenty years later, I found myself wondering where she was. Wondering if she was married, if she had a family of her own. I had no family, my parents had died in a car accident over thirty years ago. I preferred the nomadic lifestyle I’d been free to live ever since. Though England was my home, I’d managed to work and travel almost every continent intermittently..