" Put $50,000 in an account for Ginny's education," Frank said."Uh-uh, the boss has already set up a trust fund for her education. Pablo's, too."Frank...chuckled. "The boss, he's something else again, huh?" That he is, Frank. That he is."Early Monday evening, I was in my studio painting. David had driven Sable and Ginny to the airport to meet Greg and Frank.After Leah left me the first time, I'd actually captured my emotions in my first successful painting, the emotions involved with grief. Loni. “Of course you can. The bed’s even made. Mama raised me right.”She smiled, but her eyes were half-closed. “One hour. Just one hour, then come wake me. Don’t forget.”“No chance of that. Sleep well.”She was still sitting at the table, yawning and picking at her food, when he headed back downstairs. Hanging around to watch her tuck herself in seemed dangerously unwise.A few minutes after he returned to work, his phone chirped. He broke his usual rule about midday texts when he saw that it was from. So being supervised by my dad while a freshman at university was sort of akin to watering your garden in the rain.I suppose after that statement I don't need to tell you I'm a virgin. But what might shock you is the admission that I've only been seriously kissed twice and that was by my boyfriend of one week Stan from the ninth grade who I found kissing Sally Bennet under the bleachers at a football game I was covering at the end of that week.But that part isn't really relevant to the story, so. Alexis just stared at her.“Your wish is my command, Mistress,” she said in her most sarcastic voice possible, before she returned to a cloud of light-blue smoke, which was sucked into Sophie’s handbag.“Now then, to business,” Brian said. “Now as you know, one of our goals is to collect genie lamps. Well, we’ve discovered another one. Or rather, we discovered it many years ago, but its owner refused to join us.”“Who is it?” Sophie asked.“Jacob Larson,” Brian replied. “Born in 1922, a British man.