chapter four          Wednesday and Thursday flew by without much excitement. Harry's disposition towards Ellie changed dramatically, no doubt due to the chewing-out that William gave him. Ellie spoke often with Charles and William as to Harry's behavior in the previous four years following his mother's death. Ellie wrote everything that they told her down. She had complied an extensive information sheet on Harry and one on William, as well as Charles. The puzzle was starting to come together.          By Friday morning Ellie had "pegged" the Windsor men.          Charles, the head of the herd, was a nervous, and at times inexperienced father. There was no doubt in Ellie's head that the man was loving, caring, compassionate, and present, in every sense of the word. But, he lacked confidence in his abilities, and lacked ways to relate to his boys. It was Ellie's assumption that just when he was beginning to understand how to alter his method of parenting to accommodate teenagers, Diana died. She believed that he lack the ability to fully cope with the death of his former wife, and was quite ridden with guilt as to how he was going to help his sons. She believed his guilt was from the horrific and public display of un-affection that he showed, and felt terrible for sons, and the pain they went through. It was highly apparent to her that he wanted to be a good father and tried his hardest, but teenagers will be teenagers, and boys will be boys. Single parenthood is rough on everybody.          Harry, the youngest, was the easiest to pin down. The drug usage and drinking, the heavy partying, etc. weren't signs of deep, buried pain; but more than likely, merely, teenage rebellion. After spending the week speaking to Charles and William, Ellie believed that Harry's problems weren't that he was unable to deal with pain, he actually grieved publicly, he showed his pain and grief; but, rather that he didn't quite know what to do after he came to terms with the pain, the anger, the questions, the guilt, etc. He had grieved, now he was just having trouble moving on. When Diana died, she had already built William's "skeleton", the core of his strength, courage, and resilience. He, Will, knew who he was and who he wasn't. He was shy and uncomfortable, but he at least had a sense of himself. Harry didn't, he was still in transition; and the death of his mother shattered everything that had already been done. He was trying to find himself, stake his own claim in the world, declared himself as an independent man. He feared failure, he feared the chance of letting his father and brother down; so, he did what all teenagers do…made a mistake, and like a dog, got his nose rubbed in it.          William. William was going to be her hardest patient yet. It wasn't that he had necessarily done anything wrong, well, except harbor and bottle up all his pain for years…besides that, he'd be a cakewalk. William felt the most guilt over his mother's death. His mother was like his best friend, the woman was a saint to him. However, her lack of trust for the people around her, lead her to confide in him, at too young of an age. He grew up faster than he should have had to. When his mother died he lost a piece of himself. He felt alone and isolated. Natural human reaction is to withdraw, to lock oneself within them, to be reclusive. Will's mentality was that if he didn't talk about it, if he wasn't reminded of it, then the pain would go away. It didn't. He only hurt himself more by not facing the pain, and the anger, etc. Will was sensitive, much more so than his brother. What his brother could laugh off, he took to heart. He was self-aware, and assertive, he was slowly becoming a leader, however, he still felt uneasy and uncomfortable at times. He was beginning to find himself in his destiny, but he still had fears, doubts, and inhibitions. .:.          Ellie had her work cut out for her, but she knew that in the end, it would all be worth it. .:.          The house prepared for their weeklong trip to Highgrove, as Friday morning rolled by without a whole lot of fanfare or excitement. Ellie woke to a knock on her door. William had been bringing her a tray every morning, because, as he put it, "I don't want you to be hungry". Ellie smiled graciously as he carried the tray in. Ellie's routine was to casually check out his butt, as he bent down to place the tray on her coffee table. She always smiled to her self, and blushed a light shade of rose. William's intentions weren't entirely honorable either. He liked taking a peek at her in the threadbare nighties. They each had their reasons to conduct these morning moments, and the sexual chemistry flowed freely.          "Umm…enjoy your breakfast."          "Thank you, I will."          "Umm…I spoke to my father and Harry yesterday and they agreed that Harry would ride with my father out to Highgrove, and you would ride with me," he said, shuffling his feet a little, like a boy who was trying to get something out of one parent, by saying the other said 'yes', "as long as that's okay with you."          "Sounds lovely Will, thank you."          "You're welcome." An awkward silence filled the air as they stood, looking at each other, without really looking at each other. "Well, see you later then. Eleven-ish good for you?" Ellie nodded.          "Perfect. See you then." William left, and Ellie closed the door behind him. She mouthed a 'wow' as she fanned her face with her hand, and walked over to her couch to have breakfast. .:.          Ellie had showered, dressed and packed by eleven, so she started to move her luggage out to the hall. Just as she was about to heave her garment bag into her arms and out to the hall, Will walked into the room.          "Let me get that," he offered, walked across the room.          "Thanks," she said. Will walked over and bent down the pick the bag up. As he bent over, she stood up, and the boy got a clear shot down her v-neck blouse. He coughed loudly, to cover his smile, and carried the bag out into the hall, where a pair of butlers was carrying her bags out to his car.          "Ready to go?"          "Yeah, sure am."          "Okay, let's go. My father and brother left a few minutes ago, but my father drives slow so we'll still be there before them." Ellie laughed.          "Sounds like my dad."          "I think that sounds like all dads!"          "Yeah!" they chuckled and smiled all the way down to Will's Volkswagen.          The drive was pleasant and conversation was light and impersonal. Both Will and Ellie were feeling feelings that they were trying to resist.          For Ellie, it had started the first night she was in England. She wasn't blind, she had noticed how attractive he was the first time she saw him in her office in New York. He was stunning, in that rustic, masculine way. He was tender and sensitive, aware and attentive; yet he had this unbridled masculinity that made her melt. She had never felt overcome and overwhelmed like this before. She couldn't let herself feel like this, she had to resist, she had to be strong and stand up against these feelings.          For Will, he wanted nothing more than to give into them. She enchanted him; so delicate, so soft. He wanted to touch her, to hold her, to finally get rid of the empty void in his heart. He wanted to love. He wanted to love her. .:. back