’ Patrick turned his head to evaluate his wife’s attire. ‘Your outfit is positively unisex. At least take your hair out of that bun.’ ‘It’... the style,’ Francis shrugged. She set the bowls out on the table and sat in her spot by the door to the fire escape. Patrick dished the oatmeal out from the pot and went to wash it in the sink. ‘Honey, that can wait for later. I have to be at work early today. Hurry up and eat with me.’ Patrick sat down and poked at his breakfast. Francis devoured hers. . The Gunny shot her a sympathetic look, and nodded.Deb returned from the coroner's office. Barbara brought Lenore and Deb tea, while Harry and the Gunny wordlessly drank Bourbon, at six-thirty in the evening. Barbara had ordered a pizza, now cooling, as no one was rushing to eat a second slice."You're the beneficiary of everything he had, Lenore," Deb told her, seriously. "I'm the executrix, and he left provision for me to be paid, but we'd last updated his will before ... he and I..." she. The cargo ships unloaded one at a time allowing all the horses to be unloaded.Each troop ship carried 100 soldiers, the cargo ships each carried 60 horses and 20 soldiers to tend to the horses while at sea, the barges each carried eight wagons and 60 soldiers, the warships each carried 100 soldiers and all the officers, the galley carried 100 soldiers and the royal knights.All total there were 1600 soldiers, 30 officers and 60 royal knights. They had 16 wagons carrying their supplies and 150. As soon as he was inside the study, Scott dropped his hold on Angel’s cuffs. He turned to the others and told them to find a seat and to make themselves comfortable.The room was a fairly large room with wood paneling on every wall that was not filled with wooden bookshelves. And those filled with books. Along one wall were windows that went from floor to ceiling. Except for the wood trim, and a few knickknacks scattered on the sills, the windows were bare of any treatment, like curtains or.