He could still hear the TV downstairs. They had been watching one of those home fixings shows they’ve been hooked on lately. He would wait, but that...didn’t mean he couldn’t still show he was still pissed off at her. Especially with her just standing there, with that smugly staring smile on her face. Finally he couldn’t take it anymore so he rudely blurted out, “What the hell do you want!”Emily was quick with a reply. “Awww! ... Tommy. Are you still mad at me for this last Friday?” Emily stops. " You might have a fractured cheek bone," Brandi said, a look of concernon her face. Melissa's left eye was now swollen shut and she wasobviously in a great deal of discomfort."It's good that you're having it looked at..."Brandi cut her words short as she felt a tingling sensation in herfingers; the same sensation she felt when her body was healing. Shestarted to pull her hand away but then saw that the swelling wasdecreasing. As she watched, Melissa's eye slowly opened and thediscoloration. “Maybe just the drinks menu?”He nodded, “Right away, ma’am.” And briskly walked away.Wow, she thought. So we’re really in the “ma’am” days now, huh? At thirty-nine years old, she’d hoped she had a few months left in her before people would catch a whiff of her rotting eggs.It was infuriating. No one, not one person had called her “ma’am” before she signed those papers. Maybe the change was visible. Maybe people could tell now just by looking at her that she was damaged goods. She could sense it. ”“Thank you sir.”With that the admiral pick up the logs and left. The cabin Jake followed him to the gang plank. Before disembarking Admiral Teller said, “Be sure you take your new pets with you when you report to the Bulldog. That will make for some interesting scuttlebutt. I’ll send a runner with directions to the warehouse as soon as I get to my office.” He laughed as he left.Jake smiled at the thought of taking the two eels onboard the HMS Bulldog. The admiral was right. It would definitely.