' I protested, which must have indicated to him some sense of urgency I had, and at the same time offered him some security of privacy. 'I won't be te...ling anyone.' I added.He looked at me, then out of the window. It was a large window in the livingroom, facing across a small garden outside, and onto a cul-de-sac, probably contemplating our discussion and the direction it had taken.'Well, what exactly is it you want to see?' he enquired, trying to understand the conversation we wer. "How many people are we going to be?" Dunno," Jennie said. "I'm working on that. The raw list is somewhere over 100. Better ask for room for 150 - we can always adjust it with the table setting." Jesus - do we even know that many people?" George asked in horror."Yes, well, your extended family is rather large your mother told me - even though the Japanese may not be able to come. From my Mum's side it will only be her, Cedric and Cedric's sister and brother-in-law - Mum's boss that is, but my. . the movies and stories she had grown up with STILL romanticized it. Still implanted in her young mind the idea that there was honor to be had, glory. Fun. And ... it had been. The months she had been here, once the loss of her entire family, entire world, was discounted, had been some of the happiest in her life. She loved her men. Loved them in ways she had not thought possible. The love and friendship ... no, love and LOYALTY they returned overwhelmed her.And she had killed one of them.She. Where is my money?" It is in the car?" I said.I saw Jack was sizing up the guy next to Stacy, and the guy was prettyangry."What the fuck are you looking at? Motherfucker." Stacy boyfriend said."You." Jack answered."Hang on, Jeff. We are doing business here." Stacy yelled."You are right, Stacy. Let's get to business. If you sign the divorcepaper, the money in the car is all yours. And if you go to the media. Iwill have you killed." I said"Fuck you bitch; you don't tell me what to do." Stacy.