"Would you mind telling me why?" asked the judge."Because he cares about what happens to me and he cares about what happens to my cousin Ellen," answe...ed Nancy."How do you know this?" asked the judge."He's the one who helped get us placed with George and Janice Carson so we wouldn't be separated from each other." Nancy started to cry, and said, "Ellen is the only family I have left and Uncle Dar wanted us to be together."The judge looked at the medal she was wearing and asked her what it was. Ask your waitress and she'll get you some more." Mom said that I've had enough! She's a meanie! Anyways, I don't think I've had too much, do you?"Dan and I just looked at each other, the communication between us needed no words."Champagne? It's right back here." Dan said. He turned his back to us and went to our secret stash. Little did he know that the girl was following him, and me right on her tail. At the time, the drinking age had been lowered to 19 years of age. This girl looked about the. " He's a danger to himself and us. If he attacks my men then--" NO!" I yelled at them.They all turned to me. As they started to ask who the hell I was, the young lady officer answered them."This is Mrs. Richards." Oh! Thank you Carrie." The second man approached me. "Ma'am, I am Toby Curtis. I am the negotiator for the local PD. Can I talk to you for a second?"The first man stopped him "We need to know how many weapons he has. Could be a damn militia man in there and--" We don't own a gun!" I. I wish I could do those sorts of things back home in London. Too cold most of the time though, and no husband or steady man in my life to do it with anyway.”By now a definite frisson had developed between the three of them, even though Ron had not contributed much to the conversation, he felt he was definitely a part of the group of three at the table.“Ever tried good Australian champagne, Zena?” Ron smiled, at the same time sending tacit signals to Carmen.“What do you call good? I thought only.