Jason walked over to the corner and laid his saddle bags there. "Boston, huh?" Have you ever been there?" A few times," he said truthfully."Well, good...ight Jason. I hope you sleep well," Thank you, Claire. For your hospitality and kindness," Jason said meaningfully."You're very welcome Jason," I just wish I could do more. Her thoughts added as she walked out of the room.Jason walked over to the bed and sat down on it. Ohhh, yeah, a lot better than the ground. He thought. Jason kicked off his. "My, my! I am always amazed at how eager these tasty young victi-I mean, children, are to experience the horror of my presence! Come intomy parlor, said the spider to the fly!"The voice was sepulchral, inhuman, nothing at all like Miss Johnson'susual sweet soprano. Some of the littlest kids whimpered, but theirolder siblings comforted them, saying that she did this every year, itwas just an act, all for fun."Hmm," pondered the demon, stroking his bony chine with his claws. "Itis just about time. Uncle Andrew had retired early when his company merged with another firm and bought out his contract. He and Aunt Val decided it was an opportunity of a lifetime and thought they would spend the next year traveling the country in their massive RV. Uncle Andrew was a real history geek and wanted to see and learn everything about everywhere. I guess by the time they got to Boston Aunt Val and seen and learned enough and decided that she would let my folks be his travel companion for a while. For. I have to ask — how reliable is the Harbourian news?" Absolutely reliable; its from our usual source. Tom?" Means we should go to flat out just in case Sol does join in because we won't know about it until their fleet arrives. Not quite — I think the first news will be our Ambassador will be rendered incommunicado, not lethally, but effectively. My fellow Lords are or should be at my door right about now to start on, ho ho, yesterday's decision. I had spoken with Milligan some week or so ago.