“I suppose I must ask you how much you know of our family’s history before we begin,” he said.“Tell me what happened,” Elizabeth repeated in...terse tones.“It seems our mother was in league with Lord Wellington,” Jonathan stated tiredly. “She kept him advised of our progress and attempted to use a messenger to relay our strategy to him when we approached the manor.”“Ridiculous!” Elizabeth hissed.“Perhaps,” Jonathan agreed. “But it is true, nonetheless. Our forces intercepted the messenger. He was. I thought maybe I could give you my phone number. If you're in Philadelphia maybe we could get together... and talk again," she said. She looked over her shoulder. The grandmother was back, looking around for her AWOL daughter-in-law.Jenny grabbed a luggage form and pen from the counter and scribbled on it."We'll be home in a week. I gotta go," she said, backing away."Okay. Thanks," I said.After my meetings were over for the day I checked into the hotel. My luggage still hadn't arrived. Before. .." Kelly grinned, whipping her camera around to take a quick shot of Sandy's once again red features."Look, Kelly, I'm ... I'm flattered really, but I don't think..." Sandy started, once again trying to find a diplomatic way out of the situation."Shh ... enjoy it. Or make me work for it. Either way is fun." Kelly punctuated her final word with a broad wink."I'm not trying to make ... I don't want to lead you on here." Sandy tried a different tactic. Maybe if she was totally clear, Kelly would. Tara was on the line, so excited, she was almost out of breath. “Tara, what is it; are you all right?” Cara asked. “Oh, yeah, more than that; let me tell you what happened earlier this morning,” she said almost breathlessly, and then continued. “This morning, the librarian brought a middle aged guy to the section where I was filing. I didn’t hear him tell her what he wanted but she steered him down my aisle and left. I was on the ladder and when he walked past me I dropped a book behind him..