The social part wasn't completely missing though; Lavender's mother was also present, a remarkably ugly woman Nil couldn't help but notice, sitting be...ide her husband. There were a couple of younger men sitting with them who Lavender introduced as her older brothers along with their mates.Nil almost chuckled at the cultural differences inherent in the perception of beauty. To Nil the brothers' wives, or mates as they called them, were also remarkably ugly. He looked over at Lavender and grinned. But Lisa had heard rumors already, while sunning herself at the club pool, of what went on at these parties given by her husband's boss, and his 'trophy' wife, Pamela. Not that Lisa had anything racist in her beliefs, but she had been brought up in the south, and she didn't think it was totally right for a white woman to be married to a black man. She had to admit however, that Mr. Martin ("call me 'Big Al'", as he told her when they had first met), was a rather attractive man. She could. She obeyed immediately, cutting off mid-number.I considered the fact that now, I (could) know everything.“Who is the director of the CIA?” I asked.“Central Intelligence Agency or Central Intelligence?” she inquired.I thought about this and realized, indeed, that there was a Central Intelligence before the Central Intelligence Agency, which was a then split, or rather formed into the National Intelligence and Central Intelligence Agency.I responded “Both”, I didn’t think that rather incomplete. The usual story was one of possession - a wife is a husband's property, or vice versa. It's hard to accept one's spouse as a human being, despite everything lovers proclaim to one another. Marriage and that legal slip of paper two people sign often is thought to mean "you belong to me, lock, stock and barrel." To be owned by another person makes the owned person nothing but chattel, something to be used.But as Jason listened, he realized there was something deeper wrong with Frank, something.