” I kissed her good-by and drove off knowing what was in store for me when I got back to the house. No sense in fighting about that if I was heade... back to continue my service as a sex slave, I thought. A couple hours into the drive, I get a text. It's from Sara. The text says simply; “u driving?” “Yep,” I replied. “Good, what is your ETA,” she responds. “I will arrive at the house at approximately 7 or 7:30.” She replies, “you may want to stop for dinner because you will miss dinner. The old man continued without prompting. "I saw this white fella 'longside the road, not very far in, but stuck there, in the mud. 'Looked like he'd tried to turn that car around, 'head back this way, but he'd got them back tires into it, pretty bad. He's out there spinnin' around, and then he got out and I see'd he'd been out, before that, 'cause his shoes was a mess! 'Looked like he got two muddy stumps, down where his feet ought to be." What'd you do?" Well, I ain't strong, Deputy. But I. Kazooie thought.Banjoleft the hot air balloon, carrying Kazooie with him. As the twomade their way through the forest, they continued to bicker to each other about the necessities. Did you remember to bring the canteen? Hadyou left a note before we've left? Did you remember to bring the toilet paper? With all of those questioned said and answered, theywent on arguingwhich way they should go. Kazooie, whose impatience was built up since morning, did most of the talking. She could clearly tell. The Basque girl gave her an indulgent but sad look though. “Girlie, you don’t know the half of it, do you,” she said, shaking her head. “The sisterhood wasn’t looking for the unguent. They were the source of it. No man, before Monsieur, had ever been privy to the secret, and he had done so without the sisterhood’s permission.” Laura gulped, wondering why she suddenly felt afraid. “The initial idea was to assassinate Monsieur, but the sisterhood’s ruling council in those days quickly nixed it..