”“Thank you, Captain. I trust we shall have opportunities to get to know each other,” Mirabel answered nicely.They stepped into the gardens and ...irabel looked at Thomas.“Are you quite certain that Florence will want to leave? She is quite taken by Mr. Darby.”“Who fought with us at Sant’Antioco. Besides, they might mistake her for you.”“Oh, you mean...”Thomas nodded. “I’m not saying you look like sisters, but if some assassin was given a superficial description of you...”“I see. We must warn. . Jessie... please..." Show it to me," I whispered. Then I led him out of the room and guided him to his office downstairs. We stopped in front of his filing cabinet."Just show it to me," I whispered, stroking his hand gently. "Is it about me?"He had stopped crying and nodded, but still had a somber expression on his face."Show me," I said softly.He paused for a moment, and then fished his keys from his pocket. On one ring was a small silver key. He held it between his thumb and forefinger and. I will stop to grab a bit of lunch if I get hungry.6:00 PMDinner time; unless I get an offer for dinner out I make my own, and I have been told that I am a good cook.After dinner I watch some television then I do about an hour's worth of reading before going to bed.This is my life and I like it that way.A few months ago all hell came into my life. Hell can be best described as looking maybe in her mid 40's and five feet one inch, maybe ninety pounds, short light brown hair, and with green eyes.. Oliss and her girlfriend would soon show up. He'd not been too happy about reserving a room; lost money on a busy night like this; but Oliss had been insistent, and carefully explained how important it was for the good of his long-range plans.The gangster sat in the downstairs bar, as he mostly did when he wasn't in his office -- what had once been the dining room of Mrs. Kores' apartment -- and inbetween the occasional smiles or waves or couple of words to friends and steady customers, he.