”Jonathan clapped me on the shoulder, “The Guard Tavern?”I nodded, “We would like to invite the Guard and the Militia to join us as well. It w...ll be open to everyone.”I looked at the duke, “I will expect your examiners at noon?”He smiled and nodded and I looked at Sam, “Sam? Did you want to go see your mother?”She shook her head, “After your examiners confirm that I am whole and… pregnant.”My examiner’s that was something I hadn’t thought about. I looked at the duke not really seeing him as I. ”I looked at the stove, laughed, and asked, “May I help you?”She looked at me fixedly. “Are you as skilled in the kitchen as the bedroom?”“Yes.”She thrust out her lower lip and said, “That’s a rarity in this household. I’m making lunch and dinner for the next week. Three dishes for each slot, with leftovers taken into account. I like to cook, but only in fits. I’d never do it every day, but twice a week and freeze till use is fine. A little less variety than some people like, but I haven’t had. Wo jaise hi naha kar nikli doston kya bataon gore gore badan pe kale kale bal jism bheega hua bal bhege sharir tawel me lipta mano kahar dha raha ho kamal ki lag rahi thi wo drier le kar bal sukhane lagi main ne rok liya bola ki tum thaki ho ao massage kar dunUsne kaha k mujhe massage bhi ati hai main ne kaha aisa karunga ki life time nahi bholegiMain ne use jammen par bithaya or thanda tel le kar uske sir pe ghumane laga 5 min me wo ankhe band karne lagi usne kaha yar itna maja a raha hai. He figured the email was probably from Zoloft or one of his other generals inquiring about the funeral plans he was supposed to be working on.He looked down at the name on the sender line and his breath caught in his throat. A chill ran down his spine.The email, sent just seconds ago, had come from Laura Whiting.Jackson licked his lips a few times and tried to think of an explanation for this. His confusion was quite valid. Unlike in the twenty-first century, when email first became a primary.