‘You are an ass.’ Ashley says, breaking into even louder laughter. We both share a laugh and continue chatting. ‘Listen, I want you do to me a f...vor.’ Ashley tells me. ‘Sure, what’s up?’ I ask. ‘Well, you know who Brenda Song is right?’ She asks. ‘Yes, of course.’ I say. ‘Well, I told her how much fun I had when I came to visit, and she told me she wants to meet you too.’ She says. ‘Really?, What did you tell her?’ I ask. ‘Oh, you know, just this and that.’ Ashley responds. ‘So, would you mind. I approached and exchanged introductions.Describing the building amazed the math professor. "I heard about a Jesuit study center in Barrytown, but dismissed it as a myth. You know, giving the place some mystical magic. You'd think you'd spot an occasional black robed monk strolling by. Apparently they haven't strolled by in a while." I asked about any older residents. "No, this is a transitory little community, usually teachers or former students. There are not a lot of employment. Thanks for looking that stuff over and finding him. It's been a long gig," yawned Prescott. "I need me some of that stuff, even if it is just plastic."Hillier smiled, and was about to say something when his phone rang. He pulled it out of his pocket, looked at the number and then gestured to Prescott to indicate he had to take this. Prescott waved him off and Hillier plunked himself down in his desk chair, trying not to either drop the phone or spill his coffee."Ambrose Hillier," he answered,. They hadn't been sitting there long when one of Peter's male friendscame over to say hello to his sisters. "Hi, Tracy, Hi, Debbie, aren'tyou going to introduce me to your friend?" Terry said."Hi Terry, yes this is Marilyn, she's a cousin of ours just visitingfrom America." Oh, wow, yes I can definitely see the family resemblance, Hi Marilyn!"said Terry. "Mind if I join you guys?" And without waiting for an answertook a seat at the end of the table as close to Marilyn as he couldplace.