The very architect of my downfall, Morgana-Iey-Sylvanus-A??chddra?im of the Cheryii Warrior Clan Yllar?ium. The sworn and bitter enemy of all the NTF...stood for, and incidentally, the once human changeling who had been my best friend during our years at Academy.Well, it passed the time, I had to admit, and was fascinating in many ways as she related the tale of her eventual metamorphosis from one hell of pilot and soldier into the nemesis of all NTF forces trying to force our way past the. The librarian ... if I could go through the basement storage. The basement was where all the copies of the Clinton County Republican News ... the local newspaper ... and every book that had been pulled for damage or no interest was stored. It was all in boxes. I didn’t find it.Mom had gone back to school for her Masters in Education. She got me a student dependent Michigan State Agricultural College Library Card; I went to school with her for a month ... no dice.I put in a request to the. The girls need a place to live, study and be girls. That involves some things we men do not need to know. And I want a place to hide. This where your sons come in. This is the timeline. Next Friday I'm taking the mob upstate for Spring Break. We'll be back the following Sunday, nine days later. Your sons did my original remodel so they know the set up. They have my permission to throw everything at the job. Cost is no object, but I know they will be fair. You taught them. Can they start. We all drove to Li Garden for a good, not spectacular Chinese lunch and then across the bridge to cruise various streets downtown. The trees were, indeed, lovely, but the purple was quite overwhelming. We stopped at the Prince Street Coffee House and were back in South Grafton before 16:00. Willy had made a booking for 18:30.Dinner was excellent. I promised that if Evans could entice Willy to fly down, I’d personally fetch them from either Sydney or Camden. I was up, breakfasted, kissed, hugged.