”“And you got it done. That is leadership. Is there a title for the person who keeps everything running on behalf of the Lord of the castle?”“...es. Castellan.”“Then as my first act as high muckity-muck, you are hereby promoted to the rank of Castellan. Congratulations. Your salary is hereby doubled.”“I wasn’t paid a wage.”“Well, then that’s easy,” he grinned. “Twice nothing is still nothing.”“M’lord...” she stammered, wide-eyed. “I don’t deserve to-”“The hell you don’t.”Logan stopped limping. Walking in to the bathroom wondering about tonight’s show “Birmingham yeah its usually a good crowd get a nice reaction.” Opening the little light purple cabinet and having a little chuckle to her self Jenny took down her medical box “12 a day2 she thought to her self “we its that or massive pain and death yeah I’ll take the tablets. Walking in to her bed room Jenny grabbed her short stay suit case that she claimed was perfect for a shorter then 4 nights stay opening it up she grabbed pile of. Yet, now that apple pie was there sitting in front of her, she was looking forward to eating something sweet as part of her private Valentine’s Day celebration now turned public. Ashamedly and regretfully, she lost more than her possessions when she became homeless. She lost her kind nature and her humanity. Just because she’s homeless, hungry, and poor shouldn’t mean that she should abandon her manners. Just because she’s homeless, hungry, and poor shouldn’t mean that she should be meanly. Perhaps I was a bit too hasty in my assumption about Ellen’s appearance. I thought she had changed something. I remembered her hair, long, straight and parted in the middle. Just like all the other women wore their hair. I looked at her and her hair was shagged. Layered in softness that surrounded her round face. Her skin, slightly ivory, seemed to glow under her pink blush. Under straight brows her blue-green eyes were filled with the golden light of the fading sun. She wore a deep burgundy.