They had had a long arduous trip which left them unconfident and worrisome. It took more than two weeks to clear their heads and had those asking ques...ions as a chief or chief's man should, asking questions of them and guiding their judgment thru a review of their journey. It took nearly that long to establish myself as chief and independent judge before the air cleared. While much had been said nothing was promised. They grew grim at my drawing out the tricks of rhetoric that had been played. "Up the stairs to your usual room Steve. Someone will come up and explain things to you." said his Grandmother closing the front door as he entered the foyer of the house.Steve walked up the wooden stairs to the landing at the top. The room he usually stayed in was on the right at the head of the stairs. He opened the door and walked into the room which was familiar and suddenly totally unfamiliar. On the bed was a light blue men's silk robe. Suddenly the door slammed open and his uncle Bob. Hector Wentworth, her father, had been a modern day alchemist who could somehow brew up a perfect potion of olfactory bliss for any person on earth... any person, that is, who could afford his very steep prices. He quickly restored the family fortunes. And as he grew older, he taught his daughter, Julia, his secrets. She very carefully kept those secrets. Since her father’s death, she– and she alone– prepared the yearly batches of Wentworth olfactory magic.The perfumes were truly magical. There. Of course my life came crashing down on me, I had noinclination that he felt that way, he always seemedhappy and I was totally devastated by this turn ofevents in my life. A couple of days later, I was sitting on my front stepwith the note in my hand, crying like a baby when myneighbor, Irene, came over to see why I was in tears.We weren’t really friendly but always said hello andsometimes made small talk, but it was a shoulder to cryon, so I told her what happened. She let me pour.