You three deacons are Arnie, Trevor, and Hiram. Now, look right here,” I instructed the clergy, just before I used the Converter on each of them.“...ather Steven and Father Miguel, you’re now enamored with Claire,” I announced, confirming what we already knew, “Arnie and Trevor, you now adore Julia. Hiram, you now belong to Daisy and Hal Carlton. You’re smitten with them absolutely. Diane, Nora, you’re Ben’s playthings. Lisa and Violet belong to Tova, Gershom, and Saadiq. I’ll find people for. Lindie reached out her hand to our slightly confused daughter and asked her how old she was."I'm eleven."Then Lindie asked, "And how old am I?" Mom, you're 27." Well?" Lindie asked.Michelle took in a confused breath, looked at the wall, then looked at me and then to her mom. "But," she asked, "Where did that come from?"I reached up and stroked my daughter's face and pulled her cheek to my lips and gave her a soft kiss. Then I told her, "Michelle, we put that up here yesterday morning. Mom and I. She gawked at me, her lovely face tear stained. "If you need anything," I said to her, admiring her deep cleavage.It only took two days, and she was at my door in her widow's weeds, heavily veiled and, much to my pleasure, begging for help. "He won't let me stay, won't let me take anything, not even my jewelry."I led her to the library, sat her down and poured her some single malt. "I will see to it, my dear."She gave me a tiny smile."Have you buried him?"She nodded. "I thought you might be. A tight, wine-red vest-top beneath a vintage velvet frock coat, closely fitted. The colour of the coat changes depending on the light – sometimes dark brown or dark red, other times so dark it’s almost black – and it’s unbuttoned, and it flows around her as she dances.(‘Her hair falls in front of her eyes,’ I added, ‘and she sweeps it out of the way with the back of her finger.’ ‘Exactly,’ said Martin, ‘exactly like that.’)The song ends and another one starts, one she doesn’t know. She looks.