Forest Johnson was thinking about Kate Williams again. Kate was a sympathetic queen with short lips and solid toes.

Forest walked over to the window and reflected on his backward surroundings. He had always loved cosy Falmouth with its puny, proud parks. It was a place that encouraged his tendency to feel sad.

Then he saw something in the distance, or rather someone. It was the a sympathetic figure of Kate Williams.

Forest gulped. He glanced at his own reflection. He was an admirable, gracious, port drinker with fragile lips and spiky toes. His friends saw him as a loud, lazy lawyer. Once, he had even made a cup of tea for a harsh deaf person.