The man, who looks like he has been doing more window shopping in the glass display than waiting, looks up and smiles. “I was wondering if you forgo... to put up the out to lunch sign.”Chance grins. He feels that there is more behind the words. “Yeah, things took longer in back than I expected.”The man looks Chance over and grins. “That wife of yours keeps you bus, yeah?”Turning a slight shade of red, Chance fights to control it. He just as quickly attempts to change the subject. “Is there. He put your woman's mind inside the bodyof a man and he won't answer any of your prayers, your pleas for help andmercy.You've tried living as a man but it's not you, it's a lie. People expectyou to be what they see, but you're sick of living that lie for them.How can you keep lying to the world and denying who you really are?You've tried to kill yourself; maybe you'll be born 'right' next time?You're just so lost and in pain that you can't think properly anymore.You read an article about a new. The prospect of a marital connection with the House of Mathom was a thrilling thought. Waterstone House was admittedly a daughter establishment of Mathom Hall already but not so grand that it wouldn’t benefit from a closer tie to the Founding House. If half the rumours were true then this Jennifer Walstow was a daughter through marriage to Lady Mathom and potentially an heiress. Marrying her own slave off to a Grand Lady of Mathom Hall was a glittering possibility and one to be assiduously. I'm better at hockey. I wish it was winter so that I could playthat instead." Well, you could have fooled me," I told him. "You played great today." Thanks," he said, blushing. "But I got lucky. Two of those goals I don'teven know how they went in." Well, I thought you looked better than anyone else out there," I said.He rolled his eyes at me. "Yeah, but you aren't exactly an expert onsports." I know sports!" I argued."Yeah, sure," he replied. He was laughing though, and I knew he was.