He had told her that the harassment of the museum would probably last a while, and he advised that maybe the best thing to do would be to let the Ange...s go, either sending them back to Italy or at least to a different museum. She had told Frank that she’d think about it, but she knew that the answer was no. She had worked too hard to give the sculptures up so easily, and she was determined to become a person who never backed down when threatened. Right there and then, she made a vow that she’d. "Looks like it's the two gay men," she announced."What happened?" Sue and I asked, almost in unison."They say they found another place that was more to their liking. They didn't go into any detail, but they've decided to take it over ours." Humph," I said. "Well, at least we have an acceptable option. Might as well give them a call, Jan."She was back in a few minutes with a sheet of hand-written notes."Okay," Jan said with a decidedly happier expression. "They're happy as hell that we chose. They enjoyed a gentle kiss for a brief time and then she sat up. “I should go.”Matt nodded and they both stood. “I’ll walk you.” She watched him put on his running shoes and then a shoulder holster with pistol under a light cotton bomber jacket. He grabbed his phone and a baseball cap as they walked out.Cindy kissed him once more at the side door to the house. As she turned to go in, he stopped her and took her hand. He looked sad and concerned. “I’m sorry about what happened.”She touched his. Being as big as we are, it tends to have its disadvantages,” he chuckled.“You got that right!” she replied before taking a seat opposite him. Korsa then picked up a menu that sat on the table and read it over.“They’ve got some good eats here!” she enthused, looking over the tablet.“You can read that?” Alex asked, perplexed.“Of course I can! I just switched it my native Khontaran language and gave it a read!” she told him with a laugh.“Menus do that now?”“Oh Alex, you have so much left to.