"Can't. Dad is running a booth this year, and I have to work it. You could always stop by and visit though," she said with a sigh."I still don't know ...hy they have to do it in the winter. A nice spring festival would be better. They could get rides and stuff," I groused."Hey, it's a business thing. Showcase arts and crafts, sure, but it's mainly for the businesses in the area to make a bit of money during an otherwise slow time," Brenda explained."Hmm, maybe I should do up a lawn and garden. They both had just gotten dressed and came downstairs when our son and daughter came walking through the door. The next day all 4 of them walked back to the pond, had a great time splashing and bumping a ball to each other. Then her son and daughter said "we're going to cook you dinner, it's our treat. So you stay here with John and we'll call you on your cell when to walk back to the house. Should be about 90 minutes or so, but we'll call". Wife said "good, what a treat, my k**s are going to. The two sides smashed into each other as a general melee began. The Drow were now very much on the back foot with some having lost heart at seeing their initial wave destroyed as easily as snuffing out a candle. Yet there was no way for them to offer surrender, surrounded as they were by other fanatical assassins. Even so some on the edges managed to do so and were rapidly removed from the chamber by the few spare warriors we had remaining, usually from amongst the wounded who, though healing. ‘Thanks for the lift, I really didn’t fancy making my way home in those heels.’ He looked at her, sitting in the passenger seat wearing nothing but his T-shirt, her feet as bare as her tanned legs. ‘And stop grinning like an idiot. I know I’m an embarrassment.’ With that, she swiftly stepped out of the car and into the lift that was waiting for her. ‘Thanks Paul!’ She chirped. Gemma’s father had sold their penthouse flat some years ago, and as soon as she could afford to, she’d bought a third.