”“Yes, Chef. Of course, Chef,” Marina fake-pouted. Damn, but she looked cute. “After Mestre Rutherford, some interviews. There was originally ...ome difficulty in obtaining your, um, comutação, and so Master Rutherford hired one chefe consultora? She says how the kitchen goes and what to buy.”“Oh. A consultant?”“Yes, I think. After then it is up to your pleasure. There will be much to do, I’m sure, but also you must hire chefs, for which you have many curriculos to review, you will have slaves to. She started her end of the conversation by praising my patio garden, admitting that on days there was no car in the carport she would make a quick detour into the garden and enjoy the flowers. She again was blushing. I told her, ‘You are welcome to stop even if there was a car in the drive.’ Our conversation stayed light and breezy until she detoured towards her home, I learned that this was her third and last lap on the circuit. I was surprised to learn that I was somewhat disappointed by. Even though all that stuff was behind locked cabinet doors I couldn't afford any mistakes. The only other place I didn't let either of them go was the Atrium. I sure as hell didn't want either of them finding out about the Cuthbert vine or the slugs the hard way.At first I didn't want them to stay in the house with me so they came every day in an old jalopy. They started at 6:30 every morning an left at 6 in the evening every day except the weekend, their days off. They ate their meals with me. She wants to come and stay for a weekend. She says she's got something exciting and expensive to show me, she doesn't say what though. She doesn't know about you. I can tell her no and that will be the end of it. It's up to you. I thought I ought to tell you though, you know with our new 'no secrets' understanding."Lena nibbled my ear and said quietly, "When you first read her e-mail, what was your first reaction, before you had time to think about it?" Well if I'm to be truthful, I was a bit.