She’d been baptized in the Church on Martinique as an infant and had received some instruction from the priests and from her owner. Her faith had be...n shattered by the loss of her baby and whatever churchgoing survived her loss of faith had lapsed when she was taken from Martinique and sold to Amélie’s father not long after she’d given birth. Her new owner and his family were non-practicing Christians and did not care a whit about Sandrine’s religion. Here in Oxford, however, Catholics were. " That made her blush hard."Ya know you could pass as a real girl. Add a little makeup and that would be really ensured. Hmmm, I think...yes I do, come with me."I led her by the hand to the bathroom where, upon looking, I found some of Beth's makeup she leaves here in case she spends the night. Never having used it before, I didn't really know what to do."Brooke, you ever try using this stuff?" A few times yeah, wasn't really good at it." Can you try it again?" Sure, I like to practice." And. If Tim could give me a little more info I’d toss in a pair of binoculars with the tickets.“Well, this is all hush-hush, you know?” I grabbed a tablet and started to scratch notes. “But Admiral Thornby is having an affair with Senator Beal’s wife. From what she says, it’s a pretty small torpedo but it has a big explosion. I got that direct from the senator’s daughter who’s dating the guy in the next cubicle over from me. So anyway, Admiral Thornby says there might have been some minor spill-over. “Excuse me young man,” I snarled angrily, even though, at 27, he couldn’t be more than 2 or 3 years my junior. “Do you know who you’re talking to?” “Well, let me see.” He snapped his fingers and another well-concealed slot slid out from the wall holding a clipboard. He picked it up and read aloud to me what it said. “Elizabeth Browning, Senior VP of Carlton Industries. Impressive. Congratulations to you!” He smiled at me and I couldn’t help but smile back. “But to continue,” he resumed,.