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A long shape in front of her, well covered over but she can still see little bits of dull chrome showing through. Taking her hand again, he steps forward along the side of this huge shape. Lifts the canvas as she leans forward to take a closer look at what is underneath?
There was a long protracted howl followed by an urgency to take the canvas off ?
Some impatience on her part? Another howl. "NO WAY!" He appears to be ignoring her muttering away as they continue to remove the canvas covers.
“Course this used to be stables.” Sandy had stood back, not saying a word just staring at what was laid out in front of her, unable to take her eyes of it.
“Yes I know, it's not to every ones taste, one of those old classic motors. I think if I remember right, its a Bentley or something similar.” She stares at him, no; a glare might be more appropriate.
"An old classic car, oh and by the way it's a BENTLEY or SIMILAR?!"
He realized that her glare had gone replaced by a distinct scowl, some sarcasm in her voice? "Why didn't you add the word junk! The way you said that!"
She ran her hands along it. "Never mind baby, don't you listen to him, the Philistine, you're beautiful and oh the things you must have seen over the years!"
Turning to face him, she stepped towards him, her finger out, prodding him! "Just an old classic car! This.." She stops, turns and moves towards the engine section, gently lifts the covers, to look at the engine.
"Is an original 1930’s Bentley
‘Blue train’ Speed Six! 6.5-liter, with six-cylinder, single overhead cam, four-valve, dual-ignition engine.
Four-speed transmission, driven through a single-plate clutch."
If he had moved closer, grinning, she had turned to continue prodding him as he moved back! "To you just an old classic motor!" He was totally amused.
She walks around the car, that look in her eyes? The same look his father had had, when he had bought it. Her hands on it caressing it. “Can I sit in it. PLEASE!”
There is a creaking groaning sound as he opens the drivers door, beckons to her, as she carefully climbs in. Hands now locked onto the steering wheel.
Like a child with a new toy, she sits there, her head goes back and she sniffs the air. Smell that leather!" Terry was thinking more the smell of oil and grease! She ran her hands over the dashboard. "A work of art, from start to finish. He's beautiful!"
Finally, FINALLY! They were covering the car over and heading back to the house.
None stop about the car, about vintage motors and! He wanted to know more about this obsession she had with Vintage motors. “Cmon tell me more. Spill!“ 
“My father was a mechanic, with the army. When he left them he went into restoring vintage motors! I spent my childhood holding bits in my hand, cleaning, restoring, polishing!
He had some beautiful motors, including some Lamborghini’s.“
1934 Duesenberg model jn 570
She stopped. Tears welling up in her eyes. “After he died, I got left quite a bit of money. but by the time I had paid for funeral costs, settled his gambling debts, there wasn’t much left.
In the end I had no choice, but to sell the only vintage car, I had left. I never ever thought, I would be so close to such a beautiful motor again and; Bentley’s were always, my favorite!“
She moved close to him and let him hold her. Her head against his shoulder, tears forming in her eyes. “I’m scared, so scared, hold me, just hold me. I don’t want this dream to end.“
Watching from an upstairs window, Mia might, as witness to the scene below, have been given to thinking 'Here we go again!
On the window ledge in front of her, was sat the reindeer with a flashing red nose! She had sneaked that, up to her room the night before. Holding it, she looked at it, grinned. 
"Listen here Rudolph! I want you to take a message to that old crock in the red suit. This year I want a decent Christmas present or!! It's venison on the menu for the rest of next year." She spent some moments whispering to it.
“Pass the message on to that nice old gent in the red suit."
With the reindeers eyes on hers, one wonders if the reindeer was thinking to itself, ‘Now that you want something, you’ve changed your tune !
Old crock indeed.“
Placing the reindeer back onto the window ledge, she made her way downstairs, to see them entering the hallway. "Good afternoon Mia, I see you finally made it to the land of the living.
Terry thought you had been abducted didn't you!" She was laughing. He grinned. "Your mother told me, that couldn't possibly happen. The aliens want live
specimens!"
"Not funny, not funny at all. Mama!" Mia glanced at her watch. "You should have woken me." Minutes passed as they made their way into the kitchen.
Sandy, taking the kettle to fill it, whilst Mia helped herself to some juice. She reached for the box of cereal. "Bit late for breakfast now, young lady."
Terry had stepped over to the refrigerator, opening it to take out various items and place them down on the side unit. Bacon, tomatoes, eggs and mushrooms? 
"NOT too late in the day for a brunch if anyone's interested?" Mia eyed them suspiciously. "What's a brunch?" "Mia! You watch enough of those American programs."
"In that case, I will have a brunch."
She paused, stepped away and before Sandy could say anything.
"Please. I have decided, it rhymes
Mama, which is a good enough reason to have, brunch for lunch."
Laughing? Interrupted by Terry. "How about, whilst we sort lunch Mia, you set up the Wii? The instructions are." "Mama." She turned and flounced off into the main room.
Sandy smiled.
"She wasn't being rude, honest. She already has one. I'm mechanically minded, Mia is more into technical things. Though she missed her Wii, after that sod stole it and sold it. Not that it would have been much use, after he smashed up the television set.“
Ten minutes later, on plates and Mia was not saying a word as she ate. Until the last wipe of the bread across the plate. Placing her knife and fork unto the plate, she sat back, smiled.
“That was the best bacon and eggs I’ve had.“ Mia grinned. “Even compared, with Mama’s! Don't ask, if she offers to cook breakfast, for fried bread!“ “Why you little!“
Time on her part, to make a quick exit. “Have things to do Mama! Can’t sit around gossing all day!“ She ran off towards the main room. “Why that little madam!"
Day 16 continues here
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