The white haired man looked befuddled. His eyes roamed from the housekeeper, to me, to the cat on his lap. "That's right," he said, stroking the cat's...fur."Uncle Isaac," Kelley objected. "Sammy and I are in love. My parents let us sleep together and his parents don't object when I stay at his house. We travel together all the time, and I visit him at his school. We're lovers."Isaac stared blankly at Kelley. "What did you say your name was?" I'm your ... don't you remember me, Uncle Isaac. My. Cervezas anyone?" there were "si's"all around and my dad went inside. i was mortified. by closing my eyes i knew iwasn't hiding but it was all i could do. the chopping began and leaves andblooms were landing on me left and right. they were talking and laughing asthey worked. i scrunched down lower. the beers arrived andthey stopped to admire their work and down a few before i heard and felt thechopping begin again. my dad was standing back watching, drinking his beer,nodding in approval at. Just me. A strange disappointment clouded my mind. I would have preferred a small flirtation. The elevator doors opened on fifteen. I sighed and exited, the courier seemingly oblivious to my leaving. ‘Good luck,’ the courier said when my back was turned. I turned as the elevator doors closed. He smiled at me in a soft dreamy way. Unthinkingly, I smiled back, the doors acting as a comfortable shield for the brief flirtation. Life was good again. ‘Ella, you’re late again,’ Agnus Tremaine spat. I make a call on my phone and a nice car pulls up to the curb. A driver pops out and opens the door for us. "Did you have a nice evening, Mr. Maier?" he asks as we get in. "The evening is only as good as the company you keep. My company and evening were wonderful," I say. The car slips into traffic, and off to the hotel. You sit a bit away from me. A bit afraid maybe, but more excited than anything. We arrive and go to my suite. I walk to the window and look out over your city. You.