“But I can’t do that my husband is expecting me home”.“That’s OK you can ring him and tell him there’s been a change of plan but you'll be...home early on Wednesday and you can have that day off. In fact why don’t you do it now” he said, passing her the phone. She took the phone and waited for him to get off but he told her to carry on and call her husband. She was totally gobsmacked “but I can’t do that while you're doing this”.“Of course you can, now call him, now!” What could she do, she was. They seemed short even to Eden who despite his great wealth was not similarly blessed by great stature.Indeed quite the opposite.The foliage was no more thick than it was tall, so Eden could easily spot the presence of shadowy figures in what might otherwise be called a thicket. He was sure that they weren't his servants and he knew that he wasn't entertaining any guests. And even if he were, no guest would be skulking around like these people.Ever alert to the possible risk of terrorism, Eden. "Terry piped up. "I can't see that happening. All the bureaucrats atcity hall are in the same boat as Aunt Lora."While everyone chuckled at that, Brenda asked, "Please tell me you'resticking with Lora Williams. I love that name."What the heck, now was as good a time as any to tell them. "No, Idecided that Lora Williams wasn't good enough."That brought out a chorus of aw-why-not's. I let it die down before Iexplained. "I needed a middle name and couldn't choose one, so I chosetwo. Drum roll...". George parked and they started towards the door when a two men approached them. One had a camera. He was holding it like a weapon, ready to use.“Mister Tarkenton!” said the other man. Even if the photographer hadn’t been there, Brad would have smelled reporter before the man said another word. “I’m Jerry Renner from the News-Herald. Are you here to get married Mr. Tarkenton?” The photographer took a picture of George and Brad. “Is it true you’re marrying a prostitute?” asked Jerry, with a.