It was not difficult to guess how this had interrupted Astrid's concentration. She appeared bored. Amazingly enough after a few weeks in school she might find this a welcome relief.  She might even beg for such a quiet stroll.  Minus the groupies.<br/><br/>GoodFellow noticed other people slowly migrating as if there was suddenly a swing of the magnetic compass of the world. It was time to do something and appease the small group so that he could get Astrid to her dorm.<br/><br/>“I wish I could join your fight. In solidarity to your cause may I lend a name to your petition?” GoodFellow asked humbly.<br/><br/>"Exactly," The great grandmother explained to Astrid, “ Men and the environment wears on natural quickly, don't you know. Gravity does terrible things to a woman’s body as she matures. Two minutes out of bed on a chilly morning and the nipple chain is making good bumps across my belly. But Edwin refuses to allow me clothes around the house.  He’s still such a bastard!”<br/><br/>There was cheering and clapping from the crowd as Tristan GoodFellow scribbled on the page and handed it back to the older man.<br/><br/>The old man eyed it for a minute, “Jack Kech, Mr. Kech thank you!”<br/><br/>“Your welcome and thank you all! Glad to be of assistance in these trying times,” Tristan Goodfellow said with a smile.<br/><br/>As though the mist had swallowed everyone up the hang arounds were gone. They trailed after the older man as the woman walking two steps behind and to his right.<br/><br/>“Well, that was pleasant interruption.” GoodFellow remarked quietly and motioned for Astrid to walk.<br/><br/>"Not much farther," He reassured her.<br/><br/>GoodFellow looked ahead. The same woman was sitting on the same bench with the same small bag on the bench beside her. She looked straight ahead.<br/><br/>"Come along," He said to Astrid and wasted no more time making a direct route to the woman and the bench.<br/><br/>