One of my wives got me again.The common room had a few Wolves sitting around eating breakfast. The few maids in the room were sitting with our men, ke...ping them company. At least a dozen locals were milling around, too. Most of them were playing a game of chance round a table. Zetia and I ignored them, found a table and ordered breakfast. The innkeeper talked with me for a few minutes, praising the orderly men under my command. Of course, he wanted to know what our plans were. I suspect he had. I threw itaway and it clattered on the ground behind me. "You don't get to feelsorry for yourself! You did this, Katchen, do you understand me?! You broughtall of this on yourself!" I stopped and listened to her sobbing for a few moments. She wrecks my lifeand what? She cries over the dead nigger? There was no way I was letting herget away with that. "So, what? Feeling unfulfilled, were we? I wasn't good enough for you?Or maybe you're just a cock-hungry slut, is that it? Couldn't get enough. I'm afraid to use local lawyers that I don't know. They might be in with these two. And I'm afraid to go in that bank without a lawyer, and maybe give them a chance to stall until the deadline is past." Easy, Jeff," Diana said, putting her hand on her husband's arm.Taking a breath, realizing he was pushing too hard, he said, "Look, I'm sorry. I just listened to these assholes for fifteen minutes laughing about taking this widow's property, and I am going to stop it, one way or the. Well ... Please don't do that, ma'am. I'm doin' what you want." No, little boy, you are not," Alex said forcefully. "But you're starting to get the message."She turned and walked through the exit doors, ignoring the startled look from a couple that strolled by. It was still light, and she got several looks from passers-by as she led her 'little boy' through the parking lot. Of course, she had entered commands in his Other section of the MPC record, to the effect that no one will even remember.