Art is it, Miss French?" he asked Caroline."I think so," she said, wondering what color she could call his eyes, hazel she supposed. "Some people seem...to think I draw well. I enjoy it." Would you like to come to dinner Sunday?" asked Mr. French. "We could talk a bit of business." Oh Daddy," Caroline cried in mock seriousness. "On Sunday. Tsk, tsk." She wagged her gloved finger at him, grinning."Well," Robert began, wondering if he should dine with his mother for the first time in a week."Please. . you could get stuck here all night! Why don't you just stick with us... until we get to Phoenix, maybe..."She looked around at the circle of friendly faces. They all seemed to be such open, friendly men, rather straightforward, somewhat rough, perhaps, but certainly they were not men who would take advantage of a young girl, alone; besides, Matt had said that he had a daughter near Charity's age. Jeff, the oldest had mentioned, somewhat boastfully that he had a two-year old grandson."We'd. He needs to blow off some steam. This was his investigation. Even though it grew to the point he couldn't do it all; to him, it feels like it is his. The death of an agent is hard. We're trained well, but..."I'm sure this report doesn't give specifics. They hardly ever do. It's an overview and in this case, hastily done. He's going to need to read the rest of it, as I'm sure it will give us instructions. Most of us don't want his position. We don't want to have to deal with what he's going. How can Itell them I'm okay? That I haven't gone nuts or anything?Best bet is to very slowly walk over with your head a bit low and giveher a gentle nuzzle. Smooth movements, nothing aggressive, and for thelove of god don't growl!I nodded, well a wolf nod which consisted of a tail flick, and slowlypadded my way over to where Mom and Dad stood. Even though I heededGrandpa's advice and kept my movements slow and ducked my head a bit soI would seem meek, it was clear by the tension in their bodies.