Then I realized there were some old clothes, stuck back in the closet, unworn for many years. I knew about what I weighed when I was in them...And so ...I approached the closet. There was a pair of pants I had last worn eight years earlier. They were fourteen inches in the waist smaller than the pants I had sundered the day I decided to do something positive.And how sweet it was.I hopped on the scales, unafraid. I waited for the digital numbers to stop their flickering, deciding what to say to. Mock Queen Anne chimneys with completely beautiful flower-cut pots stood at either end of the ridges, which themselves were ornamented with cock’s comb finials. Dark blue morning glory scampered all over a trellis at the portico, wallflowers, London pride and chrysanthemum borders softening the edges with a coppiced archway of fruit trees coaxing and beckoning a visit to the back garden…. Grandma Flo would hug us with jowly arms and kiss our heads and faces and haul our unresisting little. - Full alarm, Sergeant, he shouted into the machine. You hear me? All hands on deck. Call neighbouring districts.- Yes, Sir.With that, the Superintendent slammed his fist into the intercom and looked up at Inspector Looney as if he was about to kill him.- Sir?- Your stupid dim-whit, said the Super with a low but threatening voice. You have just sent six female officers to the Corbit’s estate far up in the bleeding mountains. It will take us at least an hour to get there.- But ...?- You don't. ” “I know. I know. There has to be some way we can make this right.” He sat down hard on the couch. “Until the next time.” “There won’t be a... I know. I’ve said that before.” “Maybe he’ll listen to the cops, then,” he said while looking away. She leaned down and grabbed his hand. “No, please. We can figure something out. He’s eighteen now, and it’s all different.” Tim turned back and said, “Not from where I’m sitting.” His voice trailed off as it dawned on him that he was looking straight down.