I proceeded with the next case, the mob, grumbling, took its leave. Later in the day, I went to see Arianna in the dungeon. She was chained to the wal... in a regular cell, not one of the special witch cells my father—or perhaps his father before him?—had built. I went to talk to her, but she continued to stare at the floor. I could sense her trembling inside, but it was the poison of utter despair that ate her tongue. I gave up, and returned to my chambers. I spent much time that evening trying. She would go with him if I told her to but I would never give her to him. Disaster doesn't begin to cover it. Damn! I'm going to need to give this some serious thought. I'm glad you thought to ask the question before it fell on my head. Maybe we could put it on a pop quiz and I could get some ideas." Oh yeah, that would go over real well! Maybe you could sell rocks when they stone me. Just for that I'm telling everyone the test was your idea." Another test? What is this; did all of the teachers. " Mail," Lana questioned, "you mean like a special delivery letter," she said excitedly, knowing that anything John had gotten concerning the whole family could only have come from one source. "It was from Mom and Dad wasn't it? But, how; they're isolated somewhere in the middle of the Caribbean aren't they? I doubt they have mail boxes there, not to mention that it hasn't even been 3 days yet. And why would they send anything to you alone anyway?" It was emailed, stupid!" Lana opened her eyes. But I was very skeptical about placing an ad for that sort of thing. She told me it was easy and effortless. You place an ad, you screen the guys, meet them in public and pick the best one. She said I should be very specific about what I wanted because I would get A LOT of replies and it would take a while to sort through them. I asked her if the guys were weird or ugly or creepy or dangerous. She said they were normal, good looking guys with regular jobs. I couldn’t believe it. I’m an.