Edward took her to what was little more than a night club although he had made sure that there were no 'dancing partners' there. They had an adequate ...eal and danced happily. Becca did not expect and indeed did not want any ballroom dancing as such. She was happy to be held by Edward and do little more than sway to the music.When they got home Becca said, "I'm not going to invite you in for coffee because Uncle Steven will still be about even though it's half past eleven. Instead I'm going to. He hadn’t been in the house since lunch.As it turned out, the girls were ready. Mirriam was too. They had spent all afternoon getting ready too, and the transformation from regular sister, and same old Mamma, to women who wanted to be beautiful for a portrait was almost alarming. The house was full of gorgeous women, in their best dresses, wearing makeup, and with their hair done up.Bobby was ignored, for the most part, once he’d made the introductions, and Christy started scurrying around,. The lull in fighting had encouraged some to go home and the camp was now down to three thousand.Those three thousand were the weakest, unable to travel from starvation or sickness or they realized that the war was far from over and there was nothing to go back to.I found out that the South African well company that put in the well at Nimule had been ambushed in Sudan, all the equipment destroyed and employees killed.The warring parties were operating with the scorched earth mentality; it was. She was wearing a white blouse and a pair of tight jeans.In a minute my dad returned to the dinning table to announce that for the next hour he’s going to have an online conference with his business partners. These words immediately made my heart go berserk, though Karen remained calm. She sat there enjoying her meal like nothing just happened between us. She is a good actress, I guess. That’s how she won over my dad.My dad kissed Karen’s cheek, thanked her for the evening meal, and retired to.