One of each pair was the smarty, and the other the help. Help were genetically engineered to be not especially smart, but cheerful, happy, and very he...pful. And to feel OK about what looked to an outsider like their lower status.Jason’s handlers dropped him off at a large apartment on the 27th floor. He knew he was to live with a typical married foursome, if they all found it a harmonious situation. The foursome was of course deeply honored. Only one other family on earth was similarly honored,. "All clear on the road coming in." I relay to him.As I look around, I see that everyone who is still standing has come over to Holiday and me. I hang my head as I turn to face them, the guilt I feel overwhelming me. How could I have missed this. I should have known it was going to happen."I got here as fast as I could." I shake my head in shame. "I hate it when things like this happen." I snarl at the ground."If you had not insisted on driving everyone tonight, it could have been worse, more. I watched the candle, quietly burning. The church I’d taken it from had reported the theft of the gem I’d taken — which only upped the gem’s value to certain collectors — and hadn’t said a word about the candle. Because the candle was a secret, a mystery, and could never be discussed. That was, I thought, very Catholic of them, but it was making my research hard. A book might keep its secrets on a shelf and a bell can be put somewhere where it doesn’t have to be rung, but a candle that doesn’t. ‘I could certainly show it for your grandfather if he was interested.’ She said carefully. Jeremy looked up intently at his grandfather who was torn between giving his grandson due attention and then recognizing this woman who clearly was spending more time with his grandson than he was. ‘Why don’t we save that for later Jeremy, okay?’ Lauren quickly suggested. ‘Okay.’ Lauren relaxed a little, grateful that Jeremy was either immune to the tension in the house or was choosing not to partake in.