"Jimmy, I know you and Sara are now boyfriend and girlfriend and that's nice. She tells me that you're a nice guy and you treat her well. And I know y...u come over now every afternoon so you can see her and be with her. And, that's fine, that's all right, I know what you two are doing and I have no objection. After all, I was young once, too, and, well, let's just say, I had boyfriends, too."But, there's been a new development in my job and I'll be working from home three days each week from now. You keep it up, you might hear heavy breathing in your phone some night.”My face almost cracked from grinning so widely, a feature I noted on my sisters and on our other tablemates.Although his face was even redder, he cracked back, “I willingly grovel at your feet for any tidbits you throw my unworthy way.”Meka grinned, saying, “You’re definitely getting better. I can sense a swoon coming on. Brittany, I can’t reach him. Please, kiss him on the cheek for me.”All of us quickly looked at. Have a seat," I said and motioned to a pair of Louis XIV solid walnut chairs with les os de moutons, or sheep's horn stretchers. I sat in one of the chairs when he took the other. "These chairs from the early 17th century reflect my life as a French woman from 1589 to 1611, a short life, but a good one." I rattled off some French words and then translated. "I said, 'Your jaw is gaping, Josh.'" You speak French?" He looked utterly astonished."After a fashion. I speak French as it was spoken in. Margaret’s group had one old, bearded man and two teenaged boys with long rifles eager to show their manhood and tired of bouncing on the rusted springs of their respective wagons crowded with young ones and parents that ordered them from dawn to dusk. A pair of Indians working with the mountain man guide went with them to make certain they didn’t get into any ambush with renegade Indians. One of the Indians was a half-breed with kinky hair that made him look like a strange mix of Indian and.