It didn’t take a great leap to imagine that Anjali was saying my girls couldn’t even match Sada’s cleaning abilities. Then I realized Anjali was...saying she’d had to REDO everything Cherry and Berry had done, not revert it.“They are hammering the clear curtains in the room of the guests right this moment if you want to eject them?” Anjali asked hopefully.This I had to see. Why would anyone hammer curtains? Anjali eagerly led me through the luxurious home and entered one of the bedrooms. Cherry. Looking at the gaunt figure before me, I knew there was no way the kid had eaten an entire wheel of cheese. His stomach would have been distended half-way across the room if he had. And regardless, there was no excuse for beating a starving boy for eating something, even if he had stolen it. The cook gestured to the kid, and he slid halfway behind her protective arm."Isolde! He is a child. Look at him! He no more stole your cheese than Andraste herself did." I am the Arlessa here, and I will. ‘Daddy?’ Franklin and Helaine turned toward their daughter, their eyes filled with tears. ‘I’m blind, aren’t I?’ * * * * * Martin stood quietly in the corridor, listening to the sounds of people crying. To him, it was a sad but beautiful sound. It was the sound of loved ones grieving and pouring their souls out and that touched him like nothing else. He heard the older woman coming towards him. He remembered that her name was Hannah and that the woman who had died had been her. In each others' arms they toast and take a sip. He offers her to drink a gulp from his mouth, which leads to their first kiss with dancing tongues. Soon they need both hands for their caresses everywhere on bare skin, which give her sudden shivers down her spine. He turns her around to face the mirror. He wants Lena to look at herself the way he sees her. He stands close behind her, holds her breasts and points out how her nipples have hardened from mutual arousal. She feels his excitement rise.