She didn’t see Gareth, but she sensed that he was around, watching, keeping an eye on things. The light feeling stayed with her all that time. She caught herself smiling for no reason, day dreaming about the man with the strong right hand.On Sunday, she went out to the home to visit Gammy. Gammy was kept in a kind of luxury only she could take for granted. The home was more like a resort complex than anything, complete with spa pools, lap pools, tennis courts, petanque, bowls, croquet, and more. Neat nurses in starched uniforms tended to the patients around the clock. Gammy had a room up on the third floor, overlooking the pool. The sun streamed in through the open doors, warming the place to a comfortable temperature. But that didn’t stop Gammy from huddling in an oversized blanket and blasting the heat while keeping the doors wide open.Looking at her, it was hard to believe that the scrap of the woman with white hair and milky blue eyes had once terrorized the underground. She seemed so innocent and rosy cheeked, just another old woman.
