"Well, actually, I just knew you had a lot of kids. But I had no idea —"By then, my anger had returned in spades. I held up my hand and began to tic... off the list on my fingers."Well, allright, Mr. Opus Christe, I said, "then maybe you can explain the kidnapping, and the murder, and the pornography, and the terrorism."My thumb was hanging there uselessly."Oh, yeah, and those steak dinners at the monastery," I finished in triumph. "That's gotta be some sort of sin." I assume you recognize the. "Sir Nevan appeared startled; the rich merchant houses of Ardglass werefamous. "Which family?" Dunne."While one of the servants filled Aislin's cup with raspberry wine, Nevanleaned over to his cousin. "Dunne, the name sounds familiar. Do you knowwhat they trade?" Textiles."Nevan nodded, from listening to his father's complaints on the cost ofbuying clothes for both his mother and sister, he gathered that theraven-haired beauty's outfit must be worth at least the same price as agood warhorse.The. She managed to limit herself to a couple of times a month and keep the men away from her daughter for a while.It was on Jennie’s fourteenth birthday that she lost her virginity. Jane had cake and ice cream for her. One of her mother’s male friends had brought her a present and came over. That night her mother got really high. They were sitting around smoking joints and the man kept offering young Jennie to take a drag. She kept refusing until her mother told her to go ahead and try it. The man. Out comes a cosmetics bag and compact travel mirror. I see the reflection of her pretty blue eyes as she applies mascara. I stare. I know I shouldn’t, but I can't help it: her eyes are beautiful pools of blue and laughter lines only add to their allure. I lose myself in them, briefly forgetting where I am.This happens for the next week or so. She trots up as the train arrives, I let her get on in front of me, a courteous gesture, and we sit in familiar seats. I watch her apply her day face and.