It will be a stiff price that we extract," Zandra assured Randell before she hung up the phone."Will he listen?" Miranda asked when she was done."He s...id that he would," Zandra answered."Are you going back to the Embassy?" Miranda asked."Yes," Zandra answered. "I want to interrogate those people from Homeland Security and the Ambassador, although he apparently knows little," Zandra told her."As soon as they have a solution to the machine, make sure that Randell knows what it is, and if. Charles hated Sundays and Thursdays more than the other five days as those were the only two days he had to spend far more time with Ivy. Lucky for him, none of his friends or his mom's friends ever saw him with those girls. If he had not sworn on his father's parents' graves, he would not have allowed himself to be subjected to this sort of treatment.Compared to what Ivy put him through, working at his mom's shop was far better. Stocking shelves up and serving customers seemed a lot more. He reached out to caress her face again, feeling her press softly into his hand, running his fingers through her hair, playing softly with the tail of hair pulled behind her.When he had sipped a little of his wine, he nodded to her, watching her supple form moving gracefully from his side to the kitchen. He took another sip of wine, listening to the soft sounds of her finishing preparations for dinner. In a moment, she returned with a dish of sautéed mushrooms, setting them before him, and. He picked them up and he and Dee walked out to her car. He tossed them in the back seat and climbed into the passenger seat. They buckled up as Dee started the car. As she drove away from airport parking, she said to him, “Honey, we have plenty of time before our dinner reservations. We’ll stop by the house so you can freshen up and get settled. You can hang things up, put things in drawers, etc.” “Ok Nan, that sounds great.” They didn’t talk much on the way to Dee’s house. Traffic was heavy.