At the time, my mind was focused on our wedding and I kept Mary from worrying about anything else.Mother arrived with Michael Browne, and we could imm...diately tell there was much more to their relationship than just good friends. Michael was a little older than mother by appearances, but quite handsome and well dressed. He smiled a lot and wasn't shy about interacting with the family members. Juliet had already confirmed that they would be staying in the same room, so there was no awkwardness. ‘That’ll be the girls to take me to training. I’ve got to go, but we can catch up properly later.’ She winks at you. Then she calls out to your mother, thanking her and runs out through the front door. You get up yourself and duck your head out. There’s a little minibus there, and Ayu is just in the process of getting in it when a girl with sandy blonde hair and freckles leans out of the front passenger side window and spots you. She turns to Ayu, a teasing grin on her face. ‘Hey Ayu, that your. We were led down different corridors, through somebody's dining room and more corridors until we were left in a dimly lit room. Mr. Blue's voice boomed out of the darkness at us, "Now why don't I just drill y'all right here? Or call copper and throw you out to them? Of course I'll give you back your gats first, never let it be said that Mr. Blue is not good to his guests."This was not jake at all, I had to get him thinking. "Mr. Blue you are a twit." I heard a gasp from the darkness behind me. “You have done well, Sister Abigail,” she said with a smile. “The boy’s hands are very nearly healed. I think that he will soon be able to leave us.”Abigail lowered her head. “Thank you, Mother Clare,” she murmured, but in truth she felt tears welling into her eyes. She spoke barely a word as she cleansed Peter’s hands, which were indeed much improved, with only a few patches of raw flesh remaining. She glanced once or twice at Peter’s face and could see that he too was painfully affected by.