No, three. Firstly, that Kelly looked at me. So did Rosa, of course, but that was different, somehow. Secondly, that I was angry that Kelly had been h...urt, both physically by whatever caused the scar and emotionally by her family. Thirdly ... well, Kelly was a young woman and, scar or no scar, she was attractive to me.We sat in silence for some time; Kelly's eyes had dropped from mine and she was staring at the table top. I stopped caressing her cheek to run my fingers through her soft hair. Oh, God ... don't tell me... "So, Barbara and Dawn, when were you going to tell us that you're pregnant?"Everyone looked at her, their eyes wide, especially Charles. How did you pick up on that? I wasn't even thinking about it... "Oh, for God's sake, Charles! I don't have to read your thoughts. None of them are drinking alcohol! I'm not stupid ... I can put two and two together as well as you can!" What do you mean by read his thoughts?" Lynda asked."She can hear what I'm thinking now. I've. When this happened in front of the boys, I never really cared (given our history). But it was different with new people. I pulled my skirt down to make sure I covered enough and didn't accidentally flash Robert. He started to ask me questions about myself, my past and took a keen interest in my Lebanese background. I found it difficult to maintain eye contact with him throughout the conversation. Don't get me wrong; he was a perfect gentleman, but he also had a dominating personality and he. BG. Lost and Found. By Belle GordonKimberly.My doorbell buzzed. One short two long one short. Damn, who can thatbe? I silently cursed whoever my visitor might be. It was unusual foranyone to call, except perhaps creepy Norman the building supervisor,in which case I wouldn't open the door. I did not really want to seeanyone this evening; I was planning on indulging myself with a littlepampering and some time.