Should she say something? No, why would she do that? Why would she need to? But this tension..."So ... what was Rome like back then?" Oh, it was wonde...ful. If you wanted to do something, you did it, and if you knew what you were doing, you could get whatever you want. It was like Sodom and Gomorrah but much classier. Getting drunk on rich wine and having orgies with the social elite. What a time to be alive.And that's one."Helena's body turned to ice as she realized that her lips had curled. Wow, it had all happened so quick; I hadn’t even had a chance to discuss it with my parents or tell my brothers and sisters: It was only the old woman at the wheal, the young image taker and my boss who knew of anything. I had thought it best to tell my parents that I had been offered an interview for a ‘domestic’ post in a gentleman’s country house. At work I asked the old woman to write to the gentleman telling him of my travel arrangements, and told her of my subterfuge. She had agreed that. Slowly, he reached up and took from his neck the most beautiful set of beads she had ever seen. They were Bacchus medallion beads. Cast with the Krewe of Bacchus's crest and seal. Just as the float started moving, he reached down and handed them to Joanna.Shortly there after, the parade ended with the sweeping crews and fire trucks coming through and cleaning up the mess. People started milling about and leaving.Joanna was still in a daze when Susan found her."How did you do Joanna? Great. ." It's hardly a walk in the park for me," I quipped, earning myself adisdainful stare from dad. "You wouldn't like being forced to be a womanfor three months, and rightly so. Try living with it for sixteen years."Almost immediately, dad's frown disappeared."This is going to be a hell of a thing to try to explain to everyone atwork," dad moaned self-pityingly. "But I guess what's most important iswhat Claire wants. It's her life, after all. 'His' life, whatever. And Isuppose we're going to have.