" I thought to myself. "At least you can make the most efficient and effective use of the people you do have and try to take forward the ideas as best...you can. One thing that might help would be to establish a site here in Knapdale for the Celi De (Keledei), the vassals of god. I wonder if the Abbot of Iona could help me establish a monastery here. That could help establish a place for education."I looked up to see that Kirsty had come to the door and was watching me quietly."How is she?" I. ?Wanna fuck you!? he cried. ?Wanna put it in your deep, hot ass!?Daphne edged away from his table, gyrating her hips at a table occupied by a young black man who was dressed like a pimp. The black man grinned up at her. ?Shake it, momma!? he called, tucking a folded five under her thong.She smiled at him as she cupped her breasts in her hands.?Hoo-eee!? he cried, laughing.The night wore on. Candy relieved Daphne, who retired to the dressing room to catch her breath, count her tips, and repair. Murder, actually." Her voice was low and sort of wispy, but I could clearly understand her every word."I'm fairly new here myself. Just passing through, really. I'm doing some grunt day labor over at the big grain silo in Bonner's Grove. Not many jobs hereabout, but I needed to make a little more money before going back out on the road. Seeing America, finding myself, getting my shit together ... you know." I do actually. I'm still trying to get my shit together also, but it has been a pretty. Gwen was not up to visitors but Jessica and David thanked and assured them she was recuperating and they would be seeing her again soon.Slowly the old Gwen began to reemerge. Four months later as the snow was falling outside and the three sat around the fireplace having wine Gwen made her announcement.“I’m so very grateful for all the two of you have done for me these past months. I know it’s been hard on both of you. I ... want very much to bring things back the way they were. I know you.