An hour later after having a couple of beers at the bar, they returned to the apartment. Angel and her mother were sitting at the kitchen table chatti...g over a cup of tea.Paul couldn't quite put his finger on it; but it seemed that the atmosphere had become more pleasant, and that his future mother-in-law was more attentive and interested in what he was saying. That evening, after they retired for the evening, Paul asked Ang what she and her mother talked about in his absence."Well if you must. "Sort of," he admitted and Lydia frowned angrily at him."I told you not to. You promised."Ezra shrugged and gave a raffish grin. "Yeah, well. He was asking for it. And he can't go messin' with ya like that."Lydia sighed and took a sip of her coffee. "Well, I don't like it," she said firmly. "I don't want people fighting over me." It wasn't a fight," Ezra replied and adjusted his T-Shirt. "I just told him what would happen if he messed with you again."Ezra glanced over at Susan and greeted her.. I handed the clothes bag and case to Molly and took Karen's hand. "Let's get this over with," I said and heard her sigh. The crowd was divided equally between the sunroom and tented area, everyone had a cocktail in his hand, everyone competed for the attention of others. A bartender was pouring drinks at a portable bar and three musicians, a keyboard, a bass and a violin were playing a soft melody at the far end of the tent. Suzanne met us at the entrance to the tent where the French doors had. Since Troys favourite food was Indian, for five years we had been ordering our food from the Golden Mirage which me and Troy stumbled across one night and fell in love with their butter chicken. Raaj was the son of the father who owned the business, and had delivered our take-out meals enough times that we had become good friends. We called the restaurant too place our order and less than thirty minutes later, Raaj arrived with four plastic bags filled with food. We took the bags off him and.