.. there, I’ve booked the flight. So, I’m not reserving a suite, just showing at this flat? Okay, that’s ... different. And who are you, anyway?...�� Emilia asked me now.“My best friends call me ‘Frank,’ but you can call me, ‘Uncle Frank,’ okay? Just like my niece, who requested your presence, you see,” I smiled as I gave those instructions to the Game of Thrones actress.“Oh, okay, so it’s for your niece. How sweet! But you’re a Yank, judging by your accent. You have a British niece?” Emilia seemed. " It was all I could do to force the words out. They scared me shitless. "Thank you" Then she laughed. "I've got a mess to clean up. Can I call you again tonight? It means a lot to me." "I missed you when you didn't." There was a little pause and then in a rush, like before, she said, "Dad's still in prison and I'm still glad." And she was gone again. I just hoped that it was her last secret.__________ When the phone rang Saturday night, I'd been thinking a lot. . Marilynn gave her a patient look. ‘I only go after the available ones, and as long as I’ve been here he’s never been single.’ She paused before adding, ‘Until now that is.’ Julia saw a familiar gleam in her coworker’s eye. ‘That’s assuming you don’t believe all the rumors going around of course.’ Marilynn patted her on the shoulder. ‘Don’t worry hon, it’ll all work itself out. I’m sure by the end of the weekend everyone will forget the whole thing.’ As Marilynn turned to leave, Julia again. "I know you must love her, since youmention her so much." Thanks, I guess," Marilyn said as she trailed off into her own thoughts."And thank you for hitting on Jesse. It's amazing how she can get womento hit on her." C'mon, it's Vegas!" Natasha said as she wrapped her arm around Marilyn'sshoulders and squeezed them as she chugged from her bottle. "I mean,come on. Everyone's here to live a little. I know I am, right?" I hope so," Marilyn said as she put her bottle on the floor after takinga.