" Would you accept her apology, Sir? I know you are mad at me, but I ask you as the slave that you own completely, Sir." Put the clothes in the dryers... while I think about it." Yes Sir." I had really only meant Holly, but her friend jumped right in and helped her."Tell her of the significance of the brown towel, slave" Yes Sir."At least the crowd had somewhat calmed down. It seemed that they had just taken it as one of those things that happen. It's best to just enjoy it while it's happening,. ‘Hello,’ I yelled. Silence. The cold felt colder. I stepped forward, toward what was once the front of the plane. The mother was childless, eyes closed and blood coating part of her face. The memory of the boy flying came back. I looked quickly forward again. Just trees. No boy. Crawling, I was able to reach the woman’s neck and tried to check for a pulse. Nothing, but the skin was warm. I checked my neck. No pulse. Too many movies and no practice. I shifted my fingers a few times, gave up. “This is so exciting!”“Ancient Chinese curse - ’May you live in exciting times!’”“You’re just a fuddy duddy!”“Let’s go.” I loaded Marilyn back into my car and headed, not towards Tusker and Tessa’s to retrieve Charlie, but kept going, down to the Dodge dealership in Timonium.“Where are we going?” asked my wife.“You’ll see.” I pulled into the lot and parked in front of the showroom. “Out!” I ordered.“What are we doing here?” she asked.I smiled at her. “Do you honestly think you can cram Charlie. "If you'd rather that I leave, I will. I did greatly appreciate your hospitality." I bowed.Elizabeth snapped out of it first. "Lord Charles, you are welcome to stay." She stood and curtsied. "Forgive us for letting you think different, My Lord."Oh shit. She just curtsied me as if I were a prince."Please call me Charles. I need all the friends that I can get, and your friendship means a lot to me." I pleaded.Being alone just sucks, and I feel very alone right now."Lord Charles," Began Richard,.