We decided that we would make the 3 hour drive to my parents and spend a couple of days and then go to visit Cyn’s folks. I introduced Cyn to my mom...and dad, James and Mary and they adopted her right away. We spent one day visiting and letting Cyn meet the rest of my family. My brothers John and William teased me that Cyn must have mental problems to be running around with me. My sister Molly told me that Cyn was too good for me and started telling her stories about me growing up. I was able. Jake sat in the chair before the desk. It was extraordinarily comfortable. Of course, Jake thought; if I were to imagine a chair to sit in, this would be it. Ykir apparently thought the same way. He thought of another question."When I spoke to my parents, the way they referred to you indicated that you were dead. When I talked to Barrachus, I got the impression that you were some kind of legend or myth. Now, I see you standing right in front of me. What's the deal with that?" Death is a concept. "I suppose she and her son Richard are out someplace." Maybe she heard about the sale too," said Jennifer, "and is already on her way there!" Maybe we'll meet her there," said Mary Anne. "Let's go." I'm ready," said Jennifer, getting up from the table. "And if Irma isn't there, well, she just missed out on a good sale, that's all."Three blocks over, at the Thatcher residence, it did appear that no one was home, but that was only the way it appeared to anyone passing by. Upstairs in Irma's. He realized, with a tightening in his chest, that he really liked that. He struggled to follow the conversation he was supposed to be having with his brother, but he kept getting distracted by Chrissy. Her perfume – no, it wasn’t perfume, it was her shampoo – was driving him wild. Her breast kept brushing against his upper arm whenever she moved, making him want to feel her flesh with his bare hands. And her voice, husky from her long, sleepless night, kept making him remember how she sounded.