I took Dale with me to the clinic early on Monday morning. I had tried calling Joyce Sunday night, but she wouldn't take my call. After I got off the ...hone, I called over to Mama's and spoke to Brenda. We argued about why she should do what I wanted when I wasn't willing to do what she wanted me to do.Brenda was a consummate negotiator. In return for her spending the week over at Joyce's house, making Joyce happy, I agreed to allow her to fly down to Birmingham to be with me for the. One feature stood out to him, however. The man had long, pointed ears.“Hang on a minute,” he muttered, Kadal following behind him as he made his way over to the rim of the stone basin. There were runes on a brass plaque, but even if age hadn’t caked it in a layer of verdigris over the years, the language was unknown to him. He shielded his eyes from the sun as he peered up at the figure, examining it more closely.“What is it?” Kadal asked.“This man was an Alfar,” Caden replied, “There’s no. Thank you.” She gave me another hug and left my room with a smile on her face, but tears still running down her cheeks. I swear, as long as I live, I’ll never understand women. Before that conversation, I had never looked at my little sister as anything but that, my little sister. Just my sweet little sister who came to me with homework problems, boy problems, and just to talk or watch a movie. Just a close friend. But after, I started looking a little differently. She was exactly the type of. On Monday morning I reported to work as usual, but instead of Rolf, I was met by Major Hess and escorted into the Field Marshal's office. "You will work here until further notice Fraulein." The General himself had me type out directives for the protection of Paris, the troops stationed there, and finally, the destruction of Paris. On the huge map behind his desk was to location of every German unit, and all known Allied units. Patton was still well South, and the German Army had a well.