!!Suddenly seeing his front door key on the bedside table behind him andquickly pushing both huge muscular arms out of the way, I quickly grabbedit th...en dragging him unresistingly towards the front door opened it andshoved him out into the hall to let him stew for a while.Geez I thought slamming the door behind me violently, that was not onlythe weirdest and sickest thing I'd ever seen or experienced in my life,but was something I'd never known or realised was in him before.Then I suddenly. She tried to imagine the clash of steel, the cacophony and the dust of warfare, and yet strangely, the peaceful landscape prevented her from fully doing so.It was a landscape of rustic ruins and crumbling walls, of old farm houses, baroque villas and olive groves. It was a beautiful landscape and one that, for her, would always be steeped in mystery. But most of all, on that day, at that moment, it was a landscape drenched in sunlight. Sunlight that made the orchards bear sweet fruit and the. The only thing I did that afternoon was answering questions on where did I want things to go.By late afternoon the house was all set. They had saved us days, possibly weeks, of unpacking. I stood in my living room, almost speechless. The only words coming out of my mouth were “Thank you! Thank you!” as people came up to shake my hand before leaving.The crowd thinned quickly. Finally, the only one left was my next door neighbor, Judy. The house was noticeably quieter, and I could hear someone. " Bye," Sharon said and slipped her phone back into her bag.The ticket office was still open and a man of indistinguishable ethnic origin glumly slid her ticket across the grate without even glancing up from his magazine.Like a hypnotist's spiral, the rain spun around in loops as it was blown down the road in the direction of the Railway Hotel. She was already soaked so re-entering the tempest was not an issue.With the wind behind her, the trip back to the pub was quicker than the upwind crawl.