” She thought.Sukky walked into the dining room. It was small, with a table for perhaps twelve people. Sukky saw that the table was set for four. Th... Chairman, a tall man, with greying hair, and an outdoor tan greeted her. He looked fifty ish, but Sukky knew from what Claire had told her, he was nearer seventy. He had broad shoulders, and a soft Irish accent, and a warm smile.“Come in, welcome. I am so sorry to have to fetch you down here at such short notice, I hope you don’t mind, here let me. Small castles by themselves, they were full of passages and spaces designed to thwart intruders and provide routes of escape in the times that war was common and sacking one another’s cities happened with at least generational regularity. Great care went into creating a sense of sameness in each passage, from the width of the path to the cut of each stone. Add to that many passages that led back into themselves in long, circuitous paths designed to create the illusion of progress and they were. " Uh . . . guys. I think there's been a mistake. I'm Vick. I'm just dressed upthis way for the party." Vick was starting to get a little flushed anduncomfortable with this unwanted and obviously misplaced attention."Yeah, we know. It says your name right here on the tag. Vickie." At whichpoint the aforementioned hand came back to the breast augmented name tag andlingered there yet again.Vick glanced down at his name tag and sure enough, much to his continueddismay, the tag did indeed proclaim. Returning to bed, I hugged both girls. Kate was beaming. Jess looked nervous.“C’mon,” I urged. “I gotta pee. Then let’s get some coffee made and talk.”For the first time, I actually beat Katelyn to the bathroom.Once we’d all used the facilities and we all had a steaming hot cup of morning life, we sat down on the couch together.“So,” I began, “we have a house.”Kate nodded excitedly.“I can’t believe it is really happening!” she exclaimed.Jessica took a sip of her coffee. She looked less.