It was Danielle’s mother and brother. They each took an arm and pulled her out of the house. ‘NO!’ Danielle screamed. She tried to twist and tur..., fighting to get free. ‘Let go of her!’ I took a step towards her, or at least tried to before officer Cunthead got in the way. ‘Take it easy, son. We’ve got court orders to take her back home. She’s been declared mentally handicapped.’ ‘But she’s not! Look at her!’ ‘It’s part of her condition.’ Her father stated, that false sadness becoming less and. .. well... nicer now. You know? Then we decide, time to move on.So we march in together in a row, one behind the other, and sit down in four chairs that happen to be lined up across the room from the chairs they've settled into. We look like a tribunal, or whatever the four of us would be called if we were sitting in judgement of them, which in a way we were. "Ladies!" I call out. "Ladies, please!"They look up at us, and smile, and the gibble-gabble gradually quiets down, until finally they're. . where were we?" He asked pleasantly.Cecil was also at dinner when Monteagles' servant arrived, he accepted the two letters, reading the infamous missive first and then Monteagle's reply, he turned to the servant and dismissed him by saying, "Tell your master that I will do everything I can with this and thank him for his quick actions."Cecil waited for the man to leave and then began to laugh, "Oh yes I'll deal with this, in a few days the story about the letter will be all around London, and. We had to find some towels and polish in the garage wall cabinets and shine the hood up again before we left.As we came around the corner of this little hallway leading from the garage, we encountered Brittany and Rachel. They had both been standing there listening and peeking at us. They were laughing so hard and told us what a hot show we put on. It was not the first time something like this had happened. Brittany and Rachel both had always been up to a little game of peekaboo if they knew.