Or, at the least, go up to those boys and tell them to knock it off. Leave the little kid alone.Another Interlude:I recall they day my son fell out of...a tree. He was 6 years old. It was 1997.Our babysitter watched him, our daughter and a couple of other children.I was working at Merrill Lynch in Princeton, New Jersey, at the time. One of the managers came looking for me as there was a phone call for me.I never got phone calls at work. Surprised was my word that day.The babysitter was on the. In that one moment we analyzed each other, and then he adjusted his scarlet cloak and left. Somehow I sensed we’d be seeing each other again.The withdrawal of the noble seemed to placate the Black Prince, whose tense, brown brows smoothed and relaxed slightly. His dark eyes beneath his prominent brows turned to me, and with a patently false smile he greeted us.“Please, come closer, let me get a good look at you.” The Prince offered in a formal invitation, more or less an order.“Of course,. I was watching tv and kept hearing strange sounds. Not giving it much thought I just stared at the tv.Michelle kept running back and forth up stairs I thought laundry and continued to watch tv. after about 30 minuetts she called me into the kitchen to eat.when I opened the door to the kitchen I could not believe my eye she was sitting on the kitchen table wearing the most skimpiest outfit I have ever seen with a plate of fruit salad between her legs and a chair inviting me to eat while staring. Rowena didn’t hold that against her because most of the titled personages of the royal court were generous with their smiles and words of loyalty whenever King John was in the neighborhood, no matter how opposed they were to his oppressive rule when there were no spies to carry a tale back to the authorities. Up to this very moment, Rowena, Sir Roland and the friar had kept their politics to their own counsel and acted the role of ignorant, but happy, travelers joined together for comradeship.