She led him over to the piano across the room and encouraged him to sit beside her on the bench. Turning to the others in the room, she said ‘Watch ...this.’ To Sean she said, ‘Start playing. Pick any song you want.’ ‘Do you play the piano too?’ Sean asked as he positioned his hands on the keys and his feet on the pedals. ‘Just play,’ Amanda said. Accepting her obvious challenge, Sean began playing a Frank Mills composition that his mother had always enjoyed. He hadn’t finished ten notes before. There was an appreciable pause before he answered. "It was so then," he acknowledged, "but that was because of my illness. Now it will be better if I take time to become fully well before beacon is activated. And there is other thing..."He didn't go on, but even so I picked up a vague sense of ... unease? Maybe even a little stronger, like a kind of concern that he might not be fully welcomed back when they came to get him. Or that maybe they wouldn't even want to come? It wasn't clear, but. " That sounds wonderful. You must really get on well together." We do and I owe it all to the understanding we had the day we were married." What was that?" To love one another, don't keep secrets from one another be tolerant of one another, always be there for one another, recognize her needs and being faithful to her." That sounds simple." We expressed it in our wedding vows and have stuck to it all these years."I thought for a moment about what he'd said. It was hard to reconcile their life. But you are right, she is back to her old ways again. It is something we,” she emphasised the word, “need to deal with before her training can continue. I assume you wish to continue helping me. You did such a splendid job yesterday. Both in the cellar and in the lounge later.” Her eyes twinkled and her grin was almost cheeky.“It was a strange day to say the least, but I can’t deny that I enjoyed it. But what has she been up to now?”“Last evening, after we had left you, I took her upstairs and.