“How?” I asked in amazement.“Sir Imer is very insightful.” Said Bart, in the same tone. “He knew that you would start to be curious about th... rest of the castle, and the grounds. He knew that you would need mental stimulation such as reading or conversation. Sir Imer has been anticipating you asking me this question.”“How can Sir Imer know this about me?” I wondered aloud.“You forget the circumstances of your capture young lady.” Bart said, “Sir Imer had you followed and studied for a very long. I hated ‘hypotheticals’, but in this case I needed information more. Ergo, I played the game. The questions on the sheet were as follows:Hypothetically, how did Emma get the face and body bruises? Hypothetically, was Emma having a sexual affair with other men? How many, and, hypothetically, who? Hypothetically, was Emma considering leaving her husband? Hypothetically, who would have reason to harm Emma, and why? ‘I’ll need a moment with my client.’ Mr. Stelling said. * * * * * * * * * * * * * *. ..”“Oh Goodness!” Karen exlaimed again and looked sideways at her son as if in horror.Jeff wrinkled his nose again and then teased his mother by licking his lips.Karen saw what her son just did and she pinched him on his sides.“Ouch! What’s that for?” Jeff exclaimed when he felt that little sting on his ribs.“You think I didn’t see you were licking your lips. You better not get any ideas, Mister!”“In addition to that, the other boy said that your son could be looking directly at his mother’s. "One of them. Has D&E Personal Services sat for your childrenbefore?" When she looked blank, I stifled a sigh, and continued, "Well,come over here, we have some forms you have to fill out so we can takecare of your children the way you want them to be taken care of..." The doorbell rang. Again. There was a flash from Debbie as shetook another Polaroid of another kid. "Do you want me to go get their stuff?" the latest mother asked. Inodded, trying not to scream, and went back.