”“Please give me a minute, I will see if this is possible.”“If I can have a decent-sized cup of coffee I will wait patiently for as long as yo... need.”I got my coffee immediately, and then she was gone maybe fifteen or twenty minutes.“The Council is outraged at your suggestion, and questions your fitness as a Hero.”“I’ve been saying that all along. Okay, go back and ask them how that is ANY DIFFERENT from sending me to Chaos to go kill some bozo who is minding his own business, screwing a. "You were a huge help to me," Jordan smiled, and he parked his truck and led her inside the steak house. There was a live band playing country music as they entered and Jordan grinned at Angel, "Great band."She rolled her eyes and shook her head. It wasn't that she was opposed to country music, because she wasn't; she simply enjoyed giving Jordan a bad time.They ordered steaks and drinks and both of them were too tired to say much as they sat across from each other enjoying their food and each. ”I stayed quiet, and let Dad think that Sari decided to do that on her own. It would raise her stock with her father.After sitting back down, I got a text.‘Why did you let Daddy think I did that?’‘It will help you when we are ready to announce you’re ‘with child.’’‘Thank you, love you’‘I know!’At home that night, Mom said to wash up; dinner was just about ready.We were getting one of our family’s favorite meals tonight; homemade noodles, with chicken pieces. One of us has always helped Mom make. It wasn’t until we had passed Babali, and I had settled more comfortably in my seat that I became aware of the woman in the seat opposite. Dark glasses obscured a slim face under a swept-up Black hairstyle, exposing very long pendant ear-rings, which touched her silk-clad shoulders. She was reading a paper-back copy of what appeared to be a Bollywood actress novel in the original Marathi. Interesting, I thought. But what were most fascinating about her were her fingernails. They were longer.