A tiny alcove with rock-formations, grass for Chester, and a backdrop of dense wood. Pleased, the auburn-haired girl headed for it.Swinging down from ...er mount, Priscilla tethered Chester loosely behind a near-concealing rock, then surveyed the almost deserted, panoramic landscape. She saw nothing moving. Goddamn! She thought, thinking back on that night just last week when she had used drugs to seduce Mark's wife. She was a deliciously beautiful young bitch, that Desirée Denning... and. “Is this some new form of madness?” He demanded as he snatched one of the heavy rolls of parchment off of his desk. “These are the Coats of Arms of the Holy Orders!” he said in an accusing tone, as his voice rose in anger. “The Church would never sanction what was unleashed in my home! You would do well to...” His rant was cut short as his eyes scanned the thick leather bound tome clutched tightly to the enormous man’s chest.The illuminated medallion at the center of the cover suddenly made the. It’s like she couldn’t believe that peons like us could afford to take her wealthy ass out for lunch.“Yes, our pleasure,” I said. Her cheeks flushed. Her eyes got big as dinner plates. She was temporarily speechless, but, only temporarily.“Okay, thank you,” she said.The ride to the Scarborough was conversational. The conversation was mostly about the twins and their children.We pulled into the parking lot at the Scarborough.“Sam?” said Abby.“What, Abby?” I said.“Nothing,” she said.We headed. . My God. Arie. Why do you do it?"And that was the question, wasn't it. About fifty thousand people had asked her over the past three days, and she'd given about fifty thousand non-answers. We're so interested in the what, the how, the why, that sometimes we feel like we just have to give some sort of causal explanation. Here are the dominoes, this is how they fall. This is a non-answer.But this time, Arie didn't non-answer. She didn't try to explain. She was silent for a moment. And then she.