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scientist at her best. “I bet there’s more around here too...” She said wandering back to the edge of the porch and going back on her toes to peer over into the forest.
    “Francine, I know you’re excited, but the whole idea of me dressing you this way was to discourage you from leaving the cabin.” he said trying to keep his chiseled visage stern.
    “Yes, K, but this if for science, don’t you understand how important these plants are?” She said in a voice that made it clear that in this case an exception simply must be made. ”The fact that they’re thriving like this in this untouched wilderness? They should be studied and the results charted.” She wandered to the edge of the little porch again looking over and giving him a nice look at her ripe derriere in the shorts. “Oooo! There’s more over there, along with some Helleborus Niger, Ah, sorry , Christmas Rose to the layman, see K!”, she pointed excitedly, K did his best to pretend to be interested, “Right over there!.” She said.
    “Ah ha. That’s sum-thin’.” He said, seeing her effervescent enthusiasm he sighed feeling himself giving in. He may not have seen any Hell- whatever it was, but he did however notice some scratches on his Francine’s shapely unmarked lower legs from this pesky, persistent, pursuit of plants. Not enough to bleed, but of course any scratching of that firm, delicate flesh was unacceptable. She was probably too excited to notice the slight injuries, but he'd take care of it later, for now...
     “Hold on, hold on. Stay here for a moment.” She was bouncing up and down, antsy in her excitement but responded to the firm note in his voice, the warning on his face. He disappeared into the cabin, the screen door swinging behind him. Francine held her hand up over her eyes as a shield until his return a few moments later. She broke out with a grin when she saw him return with a pair of thick socks and the silver lined, calf boots perfect for trudging through the forest. Before she could stop herself she was squealing with excitement - then she remembered, the last time she wore them.
    K saw the look cross her suddenly concerned face, “It’s OK Francine, no tricks this time.” He held up his hands in a freeze position, “go ahead. As long as I’m here I guess you can go within shouting distance of the cabin, but no jacket, I don’t want you out here longer than a few minutes at a time, and again, don’t go far - deal?”
    “Okay.” She nodded a pensive look on her face, then unable to hold it in her face lit up again with delight, she grabbed the boots and socks before she stopped on the step to pull on each before tearing down the the steps into the snow like a little girl to forage in the bare brush and sparse greenery.
    “Look out for poison ivy!” He yelled.
    “PhD!” She yelled back, skipping through the deadened marsh to find her hidden treasure.
    As he turned and froze as he the realization hit him, was that one of his cooking spoons she was digging up that stuff with?
     
     
     

 
     
     
     
    Chapter 8
     
     
    In spite of the loss of a few of his tools dinner is delicious, as usual. Salmon over asparagus with a side of mashed potatoes. The mashed potato's were so creamy. What did he put in them? The salmon had a crispy skin. How’d he manage these things? She looked across the table at him. “I wanted to say thank you, for today.”
    “No problem Francine.” He replied. “So, you’re feeling better?”
    She wanted to ask him what he meant and then she realized, her extended nap. “I guess.” She said. She was still nervous around him, still wanted to go home, wherever home was. She had actually been in the process of moving when she’d been taken. She hadn’t found a new place yet, but still. With the way they had talked earlier, her excitement over the plants, for a time she had, not forgotten exactly. Just for a moment it had just seemed less real . That long sleep she had - it was