condensed master

Will Bonner
"We'll leave you alone. Let me know what you decide to do and if you need
help, phone me." A troubled calm came over him. He knew that Margaret
would get everything sorted out with the authorities.
His wrist was beginning to ache like a bad tooth. The doctor had been
puzzled about the bruise on his back where Dan had hit him with the pistol. It
would have to remain a mystery.
Dorothy was home when he arrived. She had been given the news of his
accident by phone and the office was only minutes away. There was nothing
much he could tell her except about the actual accident and his encounter with
the tree. The children seemed to appear out of nowhere and their activity filled
the house.
He sat watching them as they went about their daily routines getting ready
to utilize the remainder of the daylight hours. It was too difficult to comprehend
the violence that Dan could have subjected them to, had he reached that stage.
The relief to see them unharmed was so overpowering he could have walked
across and taken both of them in his arms, but he held back, frightened of the
response he may evoke. Whatever he decided to do, their lives would be
turned upside down. How could he do it without telling them everything?
Will stayed home for the next few weeks to allow the fracture to heal. As
time passed by, his mind became more tormented at not being able to solve the
problem that obsessed him. He had to find a way to get his family away from
the environment of the organization. Dorothy finally provided the answer.
Both Dorothy's and Will's respective mothers had been quite ill and in
hospital. They had not been home to England since emigrating over nineteen
years ago, and the children had not met their grandparents. She suggested that
they should go for as long as was necessary and after taking all things into
consideration it was decided that they sell the house and buy another when
they got back. It was now only a matter of putting it to the children.
They sat in the lounge-room as Dorothy started to explain, a look of blank
expectation on their faces. Will concentrated his attention on Louise, she was
the quiet serious one, and his heart sank as he observed that look of
despondency appear on her face, when the full realization of what was
happening struck home. It was the same look he had experienced leaving her
with Ivan's family when Mark was born. She was only eighteen months old
then but she was registering the same sort of objection. They were both
apprehensive about leaving, especially Louise.
Will felt bad about what was happening and it was dragging him down into
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