" We don't want money," Janet interrupted. "What we want is you." What do you mean?" he whined. "Who are you? I know you from somewhere. I know I do."...You've never met me before in your life," Janet told him, sitting down in the chair next to Jason. "But you have met my daughter before and she looks an awful lot like me." Your daughter?" Buckingham said, his voice conveying that he was, with those two words, already gleaming what this was about."My daughter," Janet said. "You met her at a frat. When the clock showed that the class was over, the class filed out of room in the disorganized manner common to Druids. No one pushed or shoved as people walked at a pace of his or her choosing, adjusting it to the pace of the people around them. They weren’t exactly quiet, as pairs or threesomes discussed the material covered in class in muted voices.When the students had finally left the room, John came up to the front desk where Ed was collecting his material. With a grin, John said, “They. Where was everybody? Even if Jason and Liz had slept late, Frank was always an early riser.Frank!Memories flooded back into her mind. The hollow ache returned. But somehow it seemed more dulled than before. She smiled to herself. Perhaps in a week or two, it would be completely gone. She knew she would always have memories of Frank, a few good, mostly bad. But that was as it should be. To forget the hurt and the pain, that was the way it was supposed to be too.She glanced across the tent to her. " Ruth is a nice name." We met about a month after I moved to Rome, so we've been together for nearly three years now." You are still together? Are you in love with her?" I think I am. I don't know if she still loves me, though. Last time I spoke to her, she was still adamant she didn't want to move to Paris. I don't even know if we are still engaged. She hasn't given me the ring back, so I guess we must be." You are getting married? That is wonderful. Félicitations." Like I said, I don't know..