" Nor did I. I called him 'Ambassador-san' – honorable ambassador." Next year we'll get visiting cards: 'Rachel Eyre Hollister, BA (Hons.)' and 'Pat...ick Scott Hollister, Ll.B.' Then we'll go through that card-exchange ritual."Rachel laughed. "Look! There are Al and Eddie!"They were talking to a young-is, well-dressed couple."Recruiting?"She laughed again, "I doubt it. Not the right venue." Are they still – uh – involved?" I don't know. I've not asked Al since that first phone call." And I've. The way she moves, smiles, crosses her legs, brushes her hairfrom her eyes. The way she wears a silk dress or a satin blouse and asimple black skirt. It makes me...crazy. And I know that she knows it.Plus she says things. "I'd love to have your complexion," or "What longeyelashes you have Carl," or "That's a pretty color for you." Maybebecause she had three sisters she see things through a femaleperspective but sometimes, it can be quite unnerving. And then therewas the time she sorta caught. Their mom and brother were away now. Neither were around to hear this conversation but just as he was about to tell her, Jessie walked in, and then so did their mother. They sat and talked some more, laughing about the past. Listening to her and what her life was like out west, and talking about Peter and college. It was past 11:00 at night. Each was in their room, including Clarisse. The mother was readying for bed nearly. Jessie was all alone in his room. Peter, thinking earlier about his. "Do you have everything you need right here?" Oh, sure. I have all the parts I need on me. Nothing special unless you want it." I just want to get home." You'll be praising my name when you leave here."She looked at the name plate. "Thanks, Eddie." You can hang in the back," he said. "You can get comfortable and watch TV while I fix up your car."Jamie followed him through the door. When she saw the couch and TV, she realized this was where he lived."Now you make yourself right at home, missy..