Then he dropped down at her feet when Jessamine’s husband was excusing himself from the Le roux’s company. Monsieur Rousseau strode closer to the ...alcony and called out to his wife, “Where now did Monsieur Devaux run off to?” “I believe he went home, husband,” she answered clearly, despite that Luc’s tongue had just then slipped between the lips of her womanhood. Jessamine widened her stance just enough to provide him better access to her without looking suspicious to her self-righteous. She staggered backwards, eyes wild and frightened, scanning her surroundings for a way out, an escape route of some sort. At each angle she was confronted with a face, large, hideously malformed, small black eyes peered at her from beneath folds of pulpy gray flesh and wide, slash-knifed mouths grinned showing her small sharp teeth the color of sap.She darted her gaze from one face to the next, each one a more repulsive mask of the other, yet so different that she could easily tell them apart. She'd haunted him, harassed him, belittled him and abused him for as long as he could remember."You think my arms grew while you was lollygagging today? Bring me the damn bag, boy, now!" Her chin wobbled when she yelled and her arm came up as if she would strike him. He hurried and dropped the bag into her hand, managing to get away before she could hit him."I wasn't lollygagging, Grandma," he said as he watched her tear open the bag and sink her too big, too white false teeth into the first. I can't understand why it doesn't happen here. And what about the noblewomen? I understand some of them fight, but most of them don't. Is there any reason that they are not out, among their people, teaching or healing or running charities? I'm sorry, I'm sure this sounds offensive, but your culture is extremely ridiculous and barbaric."Theron laughed right out loud, and I grimaced at him. No matter what I said, laughing at me is just rude. Seeing my face, he tried to stifle his laugh."Oh, I'm.