Still I stopped eating and considered the two girls seated across from me. Lilly was just looking down quietly eating her food while Sonja was happily...talking with Jason. Then with the briefest of glances as Sonja looked me in the eyes, checking to see if I was looking at her, and she smiled. I knew then that it was her and I smiled as well, but she seemed like she was purposefully ignoring me. Then the massaging foot moved away and the rest of dinner was uneventful. Stuffed with turkey,. Inside Pettigrew’s cabin, the two sisters were crying over the body of the Reverend, and now three more females started a ruckus. Jenny grabbed both arms of one of the sailors and let loose a stream of gibberish, jerking at the man’s arms and pulling him around. Now he had his back to Margaret, and she swung her belaying pin ruthlessly. The man barely uttered a sigh as he slumped down on the deck.His partner looked up in alarm, but it was too late. Harriet had already trained her pistol on him. For a moment, a fragment of the old Jackie had resurfaced and wondered what had happened to the bar’s previous owner ... but then she’d stepped out on-stage, wearing an exaggerated version of her old outfits, and all Jackie’s questions had been answered.Since that night, Jackie had spent practically every night on-stage, stripping for the patrons and raking in the tips. Rob’s pills had expanded her bust, exaggerated the curves of her ass (which now had a “W” on each cheek - her set ended by her. “I do not need to hear any more, Woody—and what the devil is a ‘douche’?”He told me, and I wondered at the ingenuity of women, and the extended knowledge of the female anatomy possessed by Woodrow Allen.A light drizzle of rain awoke us next morning, and after seeing to the horses we made a quick breakfast and set off again. I intended following the Charleroi—Brussels road to Waterloo; Pierre Blanchard’s burial site was a little west of Château d’Hougoumont. I was relying on those compass.