"Up... up the stairs... but... but he is not here," the frightened man answered."And where is he?" Carman asked."He... he sailed two weeks past ma'lad...." Sailed where?" I... I'm not sure..." When will he return?" I am not certain... I..." Humph!" Constance grunted, "This one is useless. Who is in charge of this household in Blanchart's stead?" Titus... Titus Chapman. Lucian's lawyer and account." Where?" Carmen petitioned."Up the stairs. The first room." Take us!" Carmen demanded pushing him. I was shaking mad at her for even saying thatname and bringing up all the dumbness Sorrel had made me put myselfthrough. "Oh my fucking god! Stop it!" And me? Am I mixed up?" I'm going to skate now," I said.I got out of the car and slammed the door. Tam drove off without evensaying goodbye and I slouched to the side of the vert."'Sup?" Michelle said. "Was that Tam?" Yeah." I couldn't bring myself to even look at Michelle.My mind was whirring away, replaying my conversation with Tam."You guys. " She said and chuckled."You can offer quite a dowry to Sean if you decide to get married," Sam joked."Dowry smoury, he has his own fucking money but maybe if I get enough money I'll just buy his ass and keep him around as a sex toy," Mel joked.Sam swatted her on the butt and all three of them cracked up in laughter.The next day Sean flew in for his weekly visit. Sam was dressed casually as always and Amy was dressed revealingly as usual. He never knew how Mel would be dressed. Sometime she was. Other areas of my country usually don’t get them right. It’s like biscuits and milk gravy. Southern biscuits are made with buttermilk and milk gravy is made with bacon grease and milk with a healthy amount of black pepper. Those items are not well known outside the south nor considered haute cuisine. They are just good food.”Marie said, “Your Grace, good food is always haute cuisine.” We smiled at each other.I said, ‘Please, call me Jar. It’s my nickname based upon my initials. Jam is beside.