Even now, over two years after his death, the thought of Rupert Palmer caused Harriet’s eyes to harden.“Yes, I was,” she said with a bitter unde...tone. “Suffice it to say, I never mourned him. It is my husband whom I always coveted.”“You are close to Sir Anthony. Anyone could tell,” Lady Colton mused. “You should have seen the ladies of Dublin’s society! A hero of Trafalgar fame, still young and well built. They flocked around him. Yet, he would not give them a second look. I fully understand. Birju was a weak-looking old man. A single guy who lived alone in his house. A pervert who was known to hit on women passing by. Despite his shameful behavior, none of the women used to fight back, respecting his old age. This only encouraged him to do it more.Timing the moment right, he went ahead and bumped into Champa. She immediately dropped her bag and tried to hold this falling old man. But he was clever. He tried to grab on anything but her hands to prevent himself from falling.The first. He also had a small bowl with a dark brown liquid and an old paint brush. He put the pot on the now heated barbeque and in a couple of minutes began to stir the vegetables with a wooden spatula and then brushing the contents with the sauce.In a few minutes Ingrid could smell the cooking veggies, or more accurately, the basting sauce. Steve poked and prodded them briefly and when he was satisfied, put on an oven mitt, picked up the strange vessel and went below. Ingrid heard the oven door open. And before I knew it the VR simulation stopped and we both took ourheadsets off and he said "If you're lookin for some real fighting, youshould check me out in the Sluttimay...name's Daxson" and I immediatelysaid "Max Fuchs...I too am here for the Sluttimay but do you notremember what just happened in the VR simulation?" Daxson lookedbewildered at me, beer in hand "I remember you getting a couple oflucky shots in and knocking me out and then the simulation went darkand we were back here." I.