The Sink Was Full Of Fishes

He was the only one capable of givin out every source of courage to her: she rang the door bell, to find in front of herself Jill's mother, smiling and appearing pleased to newly meet her, just like her husband looked like.
She let the luggage on the floor of the entrance and then:
"Good evening Mr and Missus Dowland: it's such a great pleasure to see you again... I'm very grateful you allowed me to come back..."
Alan and Corinna replied it was a pleasure to host her again, and that their biggest hope was she to find comfortably just like her first time in their own house.They observed Jill's serenity since she was aside him again and they added:
"You'll be always welcomed here, dear Melania!"
She felt them sincere, without any time to enjoy that state of mind though cos she quickly fell under Nell's embraces and kisses: and she got the awareness no one would have considered her a bad intruder in that house.
Relaxed finally, she asked the permission of takin a shower before the dinner, and she found back in the old bathroom the same towels she had to use the first time there, with a note handwritten from Nell saying that way she would have felt kinda home again.
"They're so sweet..."
And she just called herself very lucky.
She arrived down in their kitchen with a short and fluttering skirt coloured in violet and a voiled shirt which was leaving a few centimeters of her belly naked and seable.She looked beautiful and everyone said it to her, shining of a joy that the smile she was constantly wearing could just intensify.
"Meli, have you maybe lost some weight? You've never been overweight, but girl, now you rock!"
"that's the gym training I got during winter... you know... I wanted to fill my time scheduling..."
"I think we did find the same... solution for "that thing" then..."said Jill, leaving his parents amazed at the affinities between the two of them.
During the whole dinner everyone spoke gayously and openly: Jill didn't speak much, leaving the spotlight to her, to let her get back into his house dynamics in her own way. She didn't need any advice, nor help in those stuff: she was naturally born to be pleasant.
The two guys were sitting near to one another, divided by half a meter: during the ending coffee, though, Jill left his hand from visible territory and searched out for hers.They went out from the kitchen hand in hand still and they got upstairs, to Melania's room.Her same room of the previous nights she had lived at Dowlands.
The two lovers had many things to say, many explanations were about to been given from one to the other and there was the time to speak their minds out.They had to speak in gestures, and words: they felt that was the right time to.
For weeks and weeks both of them had dismissed the fanciable thought they could have obtained anther chance to share their lives together, and they were so grateful it was finally coming the moment of more , and more important words between them two.
They thanked above for got the prediction wrong: there would have been another chance, and it would have started that night.
They were belongin to each other.

In Kneboworth, in the maintime, a mad bunch of mancunian heads was starting to play a rock concert, and the echoes of it would have been heard, that night, miles and miles away from the core and it would have been registered also in some sysmic centre around the Countryside.
Rock, just can't stop.