She didn't want to look at these people and confess the things that she had done. Sure, they seemed to understand, but would they be as understanding ...f they knew it all? If they knew the whole story about how she almost drove one person to suicide, or betrayed her best friend's trust?She had never thought she would be capable of anything as cruel as what she did to Brian Dobman, and the fact that he was cruel to her first didn't seem like a good enough reason. Not anymore.Leia remembered it. When breakfast was over I got up and refilled everyone’s coffee cup. The boys quickly cleared the table and sat down to finish their second cup of coffee with downcast eyes. They were waiting for Cindy or me to say something about last night for good or ill. After a minute of complete silence, I decided it was time for someone to start the conversation.I looked directly at Brian and Tony and said. “Cindy and I talked this morning and we do not have any regrets about what happened last. "What our enemies say of us is then true. We have learnt nothing, forgotten nothing! If I were betrayed as he was, I would console myself; but to be in the midst of persons elevated by myself to places of honor, who ought to watch over me more carefully than over themselves, --for my fortune is theirs--before me they were nothing--after me they will be nothing, and perish miserably from incapacity--ineptitude! Oh, yes, sir, you are right--it is fatality!"The minister quailed before this. “I’ll pass these to Ingrid. You won’t recognize them when she’s washed and ironed them.” Then she kissed me again and I hoped she’d repeat that every day of our lives.We met with Daryl in the dining room for lunch and Lucy asked what he wanted to eat. “What do you have,” he asked.Lucy and I laughed. “Just tell me what you’d like.”“Um…how about grilled ham and cheese, maybe with some chips?”“What would you like, Matt?”“That will work for me, too. Two sandwiches for me, please.” Lucy just.