But she had re-read the stories that day at work and now was rewinding them in her mind. She made believe the man by the side of the road with the dis...abled car was him. He had called her when his car had been disabled nearby. They were finally going to meet. She reached her hand under her nightgown and closed her eyes … They were seated on the couch, a tray of tea and cookies on the table in front of them. She had made them as a joke because, once, to show her old-fashioned values, she had told. ’ Points to her, the last one had just said ‘please have your people load those cases’ and gone off to apply another layer of makeup or something. My guys will pitch in on anything if asked politely, but they didn’t appreciate being treated like dude ranch waiters. Following her across the lot, it struck me that her hiking boots looked well broken in. Good sign. Something else struck me as she reached into the trunk: her well worn jeans fit her trim hips VERY nicely, and she appeared to be. There were treks to Hana Bay Beach and out into the woodlands surrounding the villa. There was an afternoon of surfing, Rachel laughing and gasping her way through strenuous watery exploits in the frantic waves. There was one arguably foolhardy attempt at a kuala pig roast using the kitchen’s vast Aga stove; the results were partially scorched, partially rare, but everyone tore into the meat, the adults drinking too much blue curacao and indulging in amateur hula around the Jacuzzi. The whole. Turning her mind back to Janet, she began measuringthe nervous boy.Janet was dumbstruck by some of the measurements the dressmaker took, butunconcerned about the regular ones he expected. It seemed that she knewwhat she was doing, and in no time, Janet was being led to the sectionwhere the little girl dressers were arranged and displayed. "Rachel, as Itold you on the phone, we need to custom make the dresses for Janet, but Ithink we have a few of the larger ones in stock, which should fit.