‘Hi Dick, come on in sit down and have some tea.’ I hugged her and kissed her forehead. She giggled because mama was watching. ‘Hi Mrs. Jeffers,...�� I waved. She smiled and waved and returned to the kitchen. Emma brought my tea. ‘I’ve got to go help mama. Make yourself comfortable.’ Mr. Jeffers walked into the room and sat down in the big easy chair. ‘Did you have a good time last night, son?’ ‘Yes sir. Your daughter is a real nice lady. She’s a good kisser too,’ I winked at him. He had watched us. " Do you mean that you don't plan on setting her free?" Sean asked levelly."Oh yes ... um, sort of yes ... Err, well, not really," Eli said, seeming to be confused for a moment. "And before you get any bright ideas, boy," he said as he focused on Sean, enunciating the word 'boy' as if it left a bad taste in his mouth, "I'm protected the same way you are. You can't stop me if I decide to sacrifice her to the rising sun," he said in a much more menacing voice. His voice switched back to. ’ ‘Who are you?’ David asked her, watching as she pulled off the long, dark wig that he’d thought was Kaylee’s hair as he’d sat down the street from the restaurant. He’d taken big chances tonight, but when they’d been presented, he couldn’t help but take them. It had seemed fate when Gabe had left her side, leaving her standing in the pool of light from the streetlight, almost as if waiting for him to come and grab her. Then, those people coming out of the restaurant, crowding around her,. )Charlene (the non-airhead) had rapidly grown to love him, and he to love her, but she was deeply in mourning for her lost husband, who'd been a sailor on one of the United States Navy's nuclear missile submarines (even at this late date, she wouldn't say which one; she'd taken the OPSEC lectures very seriously indeed.)Some of the airheads pouted at the fact that he'd spent nearly half his nights in the new life sleeping with Charlene, holding her in his arms to help dispel the nightmares she.