Were Maggie and Gladys actually trying to play 'match-makers' here?"I don't know Maggie. Maybe Rhonda wouldn't appreciate the two of you dragging alon... some strange man to spend the weekend with her. Maybe it's best that just the two of you go for a visit. Perhaps if she comes here sometime, we can meet then, I'm just not sure how good of an idea this is," I began rambling as Maggie cut me off."Don't be silly," Maggie threw back at me in that no-nonsense tone she sometimes. "Gladys called her. ‘Nothing big, Mom!’ ‘Nothing very big, I promise.’ After I hung up, I decided that Mom was right. Amy probably did belong to the Sisterhood of women who adore their man. It’s just that I was afraid that Liam was her man. Of course, she had gone to bed with me, now that I thought about it. Did that help? Or just make the prospect of losing her to the asshole that much more painful. Sitting in the waiting room in Lansing, I recalled a poem from Bonehead English for Math and Science Geeks at Notre. Jon Snow was already clearly a fine King as well as general, and he more than earned the love and admiration of the Mother of Dragons, his own aunt. Oh, yes, she was a Targaryen through and through, including the preference for her own blood, so her own nephew had a significant advantage, anyway.“Lord Varys, I see, and Lord Tyrion Lannister, the Hand of the King and Queen,” Lord Edmure acknowledged both men (or the eunuch and dwarf, but who was counting).“Yes, I am Master of Coin these days,. " We girls exchanged glances. Why not, I thought, he seems nice and there is three of us against him if things get out of hand. Jan clearly had similar thoughts. “Let’s do it,” she said with a big grin. So we got things tidy, thanked the gas station owner and followed Roy to his place. It wasn't a long drive. Living in a small town, it doesn’t take many minutes to reach the countryside. The houses were beautiful and Roy pulled off the road into a driveway leading to one such house. We parked.