"As I watched, I saw a strange expression of relief on her face, perhaps shehad thrown her suggestion out as a casual remark, but I didn't care, Ireal...ised I desired her, craved her, wouldn't keep myself back if she..."Very well young man, then you do the dishes, and after that you come to mybedroom, is that a deal?"I nodded and in no time managed to get the dishes done. Then I entered herroom, and found her in the bed under the cover."Ah there you are, that was fast, now first lesson, come. It’s a bit odd when its foggy here, dad has to keep that foghorn thing shouting all the time, so the ships don’t end up on the rocks he says. The row is horrible, and we can`t sleep, it`s impossible, no one ever visits on foggy days or nights and belive me, were all happy when it brightens up `cos we are all tired. Diary 20th of October 2000, It got foggy on Friday night and the man rang dad and told him to switch on that horn thingy, It bellowed all weekend, mum and I couldn’t sleep properly. Coming to the story which happened almost 4 years back when i was 24 years old. I had been working abroad those days. I had a friend called shibu from Cochin when i was staying there for my studies.Later i lost his number when i went abroad. One day i thought to contact him . So i dialed his number from my memory. but on the other end one lady took the call and said this is not shibu iam shamla from cochin. I said sorry for misdialing and dropped the call.. And i forgot that incident. After 2. ‘Davy don’t you wish sometimes that you had taken a different path in life. Been straight…..walked a different route…done it all differently?’ he asked quietly. ‘Nah….I’ve loved every crooked minute….why?’ Bending his head Patrick just shrugged. He still could picture the scene that he had left behind at the prison, the young man of nineteen whose life should just be beginning standing over the body of Nash, a life sentence now hanging over his head after helping him to escape to his own.