She had wanted that with my ex-husband, and the fact that I had always made more than him was disconcerting to my parents. Both my mother and father w...re tenured university professors; she in chemistry and he in Japanese literature. They had familiar academic prejudices against community colleges as intellectually inferior.She didn't say anything for a few moments. "Is he going to call on you again?" He has called a couple of times," I admitted. That much was true. I didn't answer the call,. I just wanted to know why you were with me instead of those girls over there. They are a lot prettier than me and you are the type of guy they fall all over themselves for.’ ‘You know them?’ ‘Yes, we came here together.’ ‘Why do you say I am their type of guy?’ ‘Well, you are tall, dark, and handsome as they used to say. You are dressed well. Plus you are in a gallery showing an artists photographs.’ ‘So are those two guys over there.’ ‘They are a gay couple.’ ‘Really? Their handshake was firm. We ended up fighting through dozens of darkspawn – some of them the talking variety – before finding that lair.”“Did you kill the Architect?”“He was gone when we got there – further into the Deep Roads, we think. There wasn’t any blood left behind either. Don’t know how he knew we were coming.”“He could communicate with Utha without talking – I’m guessing he’s somehow connected to his sentient darkspawn. Like the Archdemon with his generals.”“Lovely. Because telepathic communication is. Hell, Tejal thought. She took a deep breath, and gave the ventriloquist a sharp, pointed stare, right into Benedict's dully eyes. It delighted her to no end that he turned his face away from her slightly, as though he was afraid of her. Won't even make eye contact, Tejal thought triumphantly. This is going to be a piece of cake... "We can start with why this interview's even happening," Tejal answered confidently. She tugged at the hem of her crimson cocktail dress, pulling it just a little.