From that point, it was a case of who would do it to whom, and both had been relieved to find that their roles were clearly defined. Then it was all a...matter of when and where. Meribal’s husband was used to her having meetings, but not in the evenings, so daytime was safest for her. As for Cassie, she had had to shuffle some appointments and even cancel one particular customer altogether. So today was the day. And then Meribal had suddenly been pressed by a client to make a presentation for. He had been Bishop Harvig Renud’s secretary for the past few weeks, having been sent by decree of Archbishop Romer himself. “Goodwoman Fenta Roh, answering your summons.”“Send her in,” Bishop Renud replied without looking up from his rich, cherry wood desk. Dressed in green, as was his wont in mute service to his god, he was busy writing with ink and quill.“You asked to see me this morning, your eminence,” the woman asked, her voice gravelly. Renud glanced up, down and then immediately looked. School seems so much easier now.”“It should. You’re twenty-one now, Tony.”“Wow. That makes it sound like I’m an adult and could possibly win the affection of a gorgeous runway model,” I laughed.“You could get lucky.”“I had kind of an epiphany when I was preparing for World’s,” I said. “You got there first. I’m not going to be a pro racquetball player. Maybe not even a competitor once I graduate from school.”“I thought that when you registered for Opens. You know you’re not going to meet Brian. ”“I imagine that mom is going to need some help with the garage sale,” Cathy said. She took a deep breath and while shrugging her shoulders said, “I guess I’ll go out there for a while.”Harry knocked on the door feeling his stomach in his throat. His father had warned to expect anything when meeting the parents and not to let them rattle him. That didn’t make him any less nervous. He was pleased when Lisa answered the door. She was wearing a nice blue dress. He didn’t know that it was the dress.