Not at all. It was like all of his inhibitions were gone. He hadn't been acting like the shy and quiet Robert, and hadn't really even been thinking li...e him. It was almost like he was a whole different person. "Mistress Hyde" she told herself, realizing that it was true. She wasn't the same as Robert. She remembered everything he lived through and knew everything he knew, but she also knew that she didn't have his personality. That she didn't have all of his inhibitions. And she liked it. . I had to assume any girl who wrote children's books had a certain child-like innocence about her. She probably didn't take life too seriously. I would have to assume she had a sense of humor. That big hair and make-up told me she had a wild side just waiting to be unleashed. Was I the man who could unleash it? I had to find out. We exchanged numbers and we set a tentative time. I told her I would get back to her later after I got a recommendation for a good restaurant from my sister. Neither. When the roux is the right color, "break' it by dumping in your chopped onions (a yellow onion the size of your fist, more or less, and a handful of chopped green onions, often called scallions by the pretentious. You can also add a chopped up stalk of celery and maybe a little chopped bell pepper. Chopped here means pieces about a quarter inch or so. Doesn't have to be exact.) into the very hot roux. Keep stirring. The vegetables will cook somewhat and at the same time cool the roux down so it. Take care of her. Hank."Chaz looks up at Marie again and curses himself, his brother and the entire world before grinning and leading Marie to a less crowded area."Do you have any bags?" Marie just looks at him. Lordy she didn't even know English. How absolutely...no he couldn't think that. This kid would be his neice! Chaz points to some luggage nearby and says questioningly "Bags?" Marie smiles a stunning smile and nods and Chaz takes her arm and walks with her to the escalator. Marie stops.