.. or six.Now ... THAT scares me.I have to wonder ... are there others? Other children whose fathers were blown to bits ... but lived? How long has th...s been going on?Is it just evolution? Gradual improvement of the species? Or are we a step above?While I was pondering a screech sounded at the helm.“What just happened?”Seven is back! Chaos reigns. “Coming Tyche.” I rushed. Rushing at night on an open deck is not smart. I footed it through the salon and to the steering station.“What seems to be. But if I’m honest, I would much prefer to change into something a little…’ His smile widened. ‘Drier.’ Oh God. I could hardly refuse, could I? But going upstairs—that meant going to his room. That meant… Fuck. ‘Yes, of course,’ I heard myself saying meekly. And after rewarding me with another smile, Marco began shepherding me towards the lift. ‘We will find it easier to talk there, anyway,’ he said reassuringly. ‘Much less noisy. We can start making plans, decide when you will come to Italy.’. As she bent to hand thesoft bread to the huge-eyed child, she realized that the little girl'seyes were a most unusual blue, every bit as deep as the gown Deana hadchosen. "My, my, you do have the most unusual eyes, child," Deana said with asmile as she gave the urchin the bread. "Yas'm" the girl said, ducking her head. "My ma says they's lahkwhat my pa had." Deana was about to ask politely after the child's parents, but theclatter of their carriage interrupted any further. "Dudes," Brock started, "My uncle won't be using his house up in Vermont this week and said we could go and stay in it! He lives right on ski mountain. There are some sick trails up there." "Awesome! I can't wait to try out my new board,” said Cory, and Chris nodded in excited agreement. The three guys arranged to meet at Brock's house the next day. That night Brock picked up his girlfriend, Kate, and they went to Brock's house. They talked for a while and had dinner with Brock's.