Beau had flown down from Wallingford and stayed at the plantation. Libby and her sorority little sister were in France. They were taking classes at th... Cordon Bleu like Lib had. It was Libby's second summer of classes at the famous cooking school. Libby's little sister also took art classes, and Libby took an advanced international banking class. Since Libby didn't date, she had time for both the class and cooking school. They went native, in that they only spoke French, dressed like they were. At the party we mingled some and we met a lot of people that we’d spoken to on the phone many times but had never met. We had a couple of drinks and relaxed even more. On the ride back we opened up further and talked about some of crazy things we did in college, the courses we took and the drugs we took. I told her about the on-again off-again blues band I played in and told her about a gig I had coming up the next weekend and suggested she come hear us if she could. She said she might do that. ‘Yes Ari, you better’ mocked Daniel. ‘I really am sorry’ replied Ari-Ana sincerely. ‘Whatever, just get changed before I get the blame again. One more thing, in the future you either stick with me or go out by yourself’ he said before walking away. She didn’t realise she’d been holding her breath the entire time and exhaled quickly. He seemed really mad, but it was her fault, she had wondered off again and before she knew it she was stranded in the middle of the woods with the rain looming.. I still don't know what happened, but this is what I saw and what I did..."Rodney told a decent version of the fateful morning. As he related the events, he turned his head to me a couple times, and zapped me with a critical look, even though he never mentioned me in his tale. He was remembering just where I stood throughout his ordeal."Well, that's probably a load of horseshit, but Wendy believes you, and I've always found you to be forthright. You know if I catch a whiff of falsehood, later.