How may I direct your call.)“Good afternoon JW. You sound almost official.”It was Sato-san.“How did you do that?”“What?”“Call me back.�...“I have caller ID on my cell,” Sato-san said, “Stay by the phone. I called to make sure.”No Click.Twenty minutes later... Ring.The boatyard operator answered and handed me the phone.Mahiro said, “What engines?”“Cummins 355 hp.”“Order them done. Let me speak to the Yard manager.”There was a short but terse conversation that ended with the manager at stiff. Well, I'll let Charlotte explain it." Do I want to know?" It does take some getting used to. I'm still trying to get my head around it after a few weeks of knowing them. They are great people though." I'm sure they are. Charlotte seems really nice."Amy was talking to me like she'd come here to see me, and meeting Charlotte was a secondary thing. She was still nervous I suppose, and I was the first person in the city she'd met. It was like we were already friends.Charlotte came bouncing in and. How couldn’t they? Sia, as if she knew what she was doing, grinned at me and moved her hips even more suggestively.Ice had broken. Jasmin’s personality emerged, a slightly subdued but equally sweet version of Sia; two peas in a pod. She seemed shocked when I stood and drew both of them into a tight hug, but an engaging smile emerged on her pretty face.At dinner I inquired how, exactly, did the whole shopping online together thing work?Sia looked puzzled. Explaining to her idiot father, she. Innocent. One with nature and God. She was oddly happy. Still, she fully intended to leave at the end of the month. How could she possibly stay in this odd, foreign situation?! But she found she hated Count Nero far less than she hated her uncle. Indeed, conversations with the Count, at first non-existent, became more animated. They found that if they added French and Latin to their dialogue, they could nearly understand one another completely. She told him of what she was reading and what.