Maybe someday Trina would grow out of this and the two of them could talk about such things. Maybe over coffee and they could both agree that Brad had...shit where his brain was supposed to be but for now... well she would either call Bree a liar or agree that she should try to look more presentable. Which in Bree's opinion meant to look like a whore. Bree sighed out loud as if someone might hear her so she'd have a person to share her thoughts with. Sadly like always there was nobody else. She. She stiffened her spine and returned his look. He gazed passed her and then spoke."I will continue my assessment in the morning Lady Canterly." That will be fine, Grayson I'm sure you are eager to finish. I'll see you tomorrow then." Isabo smiled without warmth. She brushed past him, skirts rustling. "Use any room you wish."Isabo was going to explore every nook and cranny of her new home. She passed quickly through the kitchens and the outer rooms each plain in block like rows. She soon found. If you try to minimize it or exaggerate or anything, she’ll know then we’ll both be in hot water. “God, I don’t even know what I’m talking about. Anyway, just cooperate with her. Then, well then, maybe we can put this behind us and get on with the business of getting on. Okay?” he said. “Okay, Mister Carter,” she said. “Good,” he said. Well, at least he hadn’t thrown her under the bus, blame the little nymphet. And it was apparently a onetime deal, a spur of the moment thing, as he’d said.. I spent the afternoon in the school library, and the evening at the public library. By the end I had done a little research and had, at least, decided upon a topic: Theodore Roosevelt's 1906 trip to Panama, the first time a sitting American president had traveled abroad. It was a nice, compact little topic, but it offered plenty of other stuff about the Panama Canal that I could throw in if it proved too compact.Wednesday was another baseball game, a non-league match-up at home against Thorn.