There are many rooms, opulent bedrooms and other chambers laid out for every fantasy or desire. There are said, in its depths, to be secrets that even...the house’s mistress doesn’t know.That mistress, Lady Zemithar, is a mystery herself. Nothing is known of her before she founded ‘The Dragon’s Lover’ a century ago and became its madam, and even now no two people can agree on her appearance, although all agree she is beautiful and sensual. Some say she is an exiled elven noblewoman, or a blood. “Why do you ask?” she demanded. “Has he called you? What did he say?”This was such a strange question that I felt I had to find out more.“Of course not,” I assured her. “Why would Steve call me? Is everything still all right between you?”Izzy seemed about to reply when the front door opened and her father came into the house.“Daddy!”Always a Daddy’s girl, Izzy positively rushed from her stool to greet him in the hallway, hugging him tightly and receiving a bear hug in return. The two of them. "Brittany, I would like to return to school."Before she could continue, Britt said, "Great! I told Chad that we needed to talk to Mister Baker tomorrow. We will stand with you and support you."Amanda began crying. We could hear, "Thank you! Thank you!" come through her sobs. Mom patted her leg and handed her a tissue. Amanda said, "I seem to be crying a lot lately but it's from joy. I think I'm going to like my new life. I hope Tony will stay around me, too." Tony smiled and nodded. He had. Long after America got over itself when it decided whether to elect a White female senator or a Black male senator as President of the United States. I didn’t pay too much attention to politics. The school occupied my thoughts. I was in my sixties and, not knowing how much time I had left, I sped things along. My nephew Stephen accompanied me on my trips. He was attending Avon Old Farms, an all-male private preparatory school in Virginia. I watched his life and education with great care. I.