Maybe you can call me Samantha. He had learned there was a pool up in the Grange and he had wondered when the business might get a call. Gary had only started in his job twelve months before, after leaving the army, but, having worked hard and apart from some talk he had heard in the pub, which he had immediately silenced, came to the conclusion that the young man could do the relatively simple job of replacing some cracked tiles, even though the request for Gary in particular was irregular, Mr. An old pair of jeans had obviously been repurposed into a pair of shorts in a highly thoughtless manner, with the frayed hemline extending sideward across the very top of her thigh from the level of her crotch. Barton’s words had absolutely no effect on what Gary presumed to be the source of the earlier curtain twitch. Gary again looked at Rachel, whose two big, dilated eyes fixed blankly on him. Rachel continued to stare, transfixed at the newcomer in the kitchen. Barton ruminated on the work he had done, tactfully ignoring his joke. Barton,’ Gary replied. Who is that then?’ he whispered to himself. It was an important feature of his plan that Mrs. ‘It is lovely work Mr. Most noticeable of all, however, was the sudden projection and
