’ ‘Your house? Are you rich or something?’ she wondered suspiciously. ‘No, but my grandfather was. I inherited his house when he died, and I p...omised to populate it with lots of children,’ he smiled teasingly. ‘And have you?’ ‘Not yet. I have to find the right woman first, don’t I?’ ‘Not necessarily. You can adopt or just marry someone. I’m sure there are plenty of women that will have this house,’ she joked as he led her into the house. ‘You bet,’ his expression seemed to indicate he had. She'd adopted the habit from her instructors during her indoctrination. Spending a lot of time in the safety of the Home meant her knife and the freedom of movement conferred by a kilt would not be needed. The casual atmosphere allowed her to indulge her love of jewelry, and she wore one of her growing collection of necklaces. She chatted with her colleagues briefly before taking her place at the table next to Terry Sideman. Most of them were clad in the usual kilts.She had completed the. He turned to me and grinned. "Almost there," he said.It was the first Christmas of my life I'd decided not to spend with my parents back in Yuba City.What luck to have been roomed with a rich boy in the dorms. But Luke was not some old money dickhead. He was a genuinely fun guy with whom I'd spent the first Semester of college bonding over long, stoned conversations and late drunken nights. He recognized his privilege and had used it to get the best education possible. Despite how handsome he. "It was more than a moment, but not so very long before an older woman in a navy blue uniform came in."Mrs. Cooper?" It was a rhetorical question. "Reverend Hanson said we could expect you today. I admit we weren't expecting quite the situation we have just now..." He's gone, isn't he?" Yes, he has. I'm afraid there wasn't anything more we could do. We discussed things with Reverend Hanson and ... as far as we could ... with Mr. Westwood. There's no doubt neither wanted us to fight to keep Mr..