Khalje's ear. I was, after all, here to worm my way intohis good graces. "I have been taught," I began, speaking in a haltingwhisper that was barely a...dible and not at all assumed, "that God is notcapable of making a mistake. If that is so, than He created me, likethis, for a purpose. I guess the challenge before me, my struggle if youwill," I stated with great emphasis as I looked directly into Khalje'seyes for the first time, "is first to discover what that purpose is.Once that has been. He did not know about my seedy reputation and he was something of a wise older counselor for me. I was interested in his son Ricky, who was about my own age. The party was to have a couple of grills going on the home’s large terrace. It was to have a cookout atmosphere and we were to come in casual dress. I had an idea there might be an excursion to the barn to look at horses or to the pond to look at landscaping so I decided to wear blue jeans with Italian-made rock climbing boots. I decided I. Andwent down stairs where I promptly started retching into the kitchensink. By this time my son arrived. The sweat was pouring off me. When Ieventually managed to recover I went up had a warm bath, got dressedand had a light breakfast. My son then drove me to the doctors. Wherewe explained what had happened. He looked at my very recent blood test,which was very wide ranging, including cholesterol and hormonal levelsand every thing was as it should have been. The androgen levels hadbeen reduced. The parlor was dominated by a great, hideous oil painting over the mantle, a painting of a glowering man she guessed must be Archibald Devereux. Just beneath the painting, twin busts of Janus surveyed the entire room, one direction and the other.) (Phillip was speaking to a man who looked only a few years older than him, a ginger-haired rake with drooping eyelids and the bud of a great white rose tucked into his buttonhole. Amelia recognized him from another photo in Ms. Prices book, Andrew.