The weekend was when Roger went to his other life.

Roger went even lower to the ground, put his face right in the grass.

Roger went quickly to the door of his mother's room and looked in.

Roger went across to the bed and put his hand on her arm.

Roger went across to the window and looked out at the garden.

"Now, you've got some things to do today," Roger went on after a moment.

Roger and I are going away - to lead our own life.

He'd have gone to jail, just as Roger will go.

If Roger is going to crack, one would expect it to happen right here.

Roger turned around and went back to the nursing station.