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Roger scheduled a meet-and-greet on the Friday morning before the school year started, with a barbeque lunch to follow. Cassandra and Martin transported Crystal and her belongings to our farmhouse on the previous morning, and as prearranged by my mother, they enjoyed lunch with Mom and me before leaving Crystal in our capable hands.
That first evening, as she indicated she would a few weeks earlier, Crystal joined me on my walk along the laneway to the rear of the farm. On our arrival back at the yard, she asked if we could go inside the barn again. I said of course, and I made it a point to assure her that as she was now a resident on our farm, she could venture anywhere at all that she wished to go. Inside, she once again morphed into a dreamy state as she slowly turned in a circle,
