The truth is more damning than you can imagine—yay, more reason to distrust me than that I had a pistol waiting for you here. But perhaps all I need...do is relate to you my name. I am Louis, once comte de la Arbois, now once again just Louis. I see that means nothing to you but that yet you begin to countenance the glimmer of understanding. I plunge ahead lest I lose you, and I must repeat my story, again and again. I cannot leave it resonating in my head. Margaretta was her name. And I would. It’s like the difference between a business report and a conversation. For example, in this sentence you have my avatar saying ‘we will,’ where in normal conversation I would say ‘we’ll,’” I explained.“But our audience is business people.”“Let’s do this. I’ll do the short one both ways and we have Ari come in and tell you what he thinks sounds best. He’s a businessperson who’s well aware of what sells.”They agreed. Ari didn’t hesitate to pick my version as sounding more American. It seemed that. “Keith?” she said softly from a few steps behind him. He started and spun to face her.“You take my breath away, darling,” he said looking up at her through his one good eye. “Even when you aren’t startling me half to death.” Maddie was still dressed in her island wrap, but she seemed hesitant and a bit in awe. “What is it, Maddie?”“Keith, your grandfather has a copy of the Mainz Psalter in a glass case,” she said, pointing to a case in the bookshelves beside the desk. She shook her head in. Besides, I was far more interested in my new powers. So, I kept on hovering overhead along the beach for a short time just to soak everything up like I was some kind of low-flying helicopter. A few moments later, I came across a little girl, no older than a toddler, playing with a beach ball that was bigger than her. It was adorable enough to make me smile watching her tote it around like a giant teddy bear. But the smile quickly faded when the ball fell from her hands and was carried by the.