He was dressed like a spiv, a bit like that bloke from Dad’s Army. I knew it would be standing room only. It always is on the 5:15 northbound from L...eicester Square. It was just perfect. I huddled up close to him, breathing a sigh of relief when he reached for an overhead support because he couldn’t get a seat. That would’ve been game over as far as I was concerned – night-night, nurse! But my luck was in. Mind you, he did honk a bit, kind of mothballs and a rotting smell. Still, I wouldn’t have. She glared at him, and wiped away her tears, but couldn't hold it for long, buried her face again and continued to sob.'Sorry,' Chuck said.He looked around, then listened. No one. If it had been Hope, he would've gotten someone else, but now... He approached carefully, then had to gasp himself.'Your leg,' he said stupidly.Estelle had discarded her jeans, and they were crumpled up in a small heap next to her. Out from one of the trouser legs stuck a plastic leg, a prosthetic.He swallowed, and. ” She looks over at the dog in our host’s grip, taking a breath, calming her nerves. “What’s HE got to offer me...!?”“Why don’t you get daaan on the floor, and we’ll find out...” Smirks Dennis, unhooking the dog’s leash.The big dog covers the space between the doorway and our guest in a few short bounds and she recoils visibly as he pushes up against her legs, trying to hide her fear as he moves around her like he owns her. He’s sleek, but he’s heavy, and there’s not much Florence can do to. Aroundnoon, there was a knock on the door. It was Mrs. Harper! I ran to myroom and checked in the mirror to make sure I looked okay. I touched upmy makeup and bushed my hair. I returned to the great room and greetedMrs. Harper. She had come by the house as had noticed the rest of ourfamilies had not arrived. We explained the situation to her. She stayedand ate lunch with us. After a few hours she left to go home. She neverindicated that she suspected I wasn't a real girl, so I guess I passed!.