He walked over to a small, but very good little cafe he had been frequenting while in town.As he entered the cafe, Jase looked around. A number of tab...es were occupied, but there were as many that weren't. He chose a table at the back, next to the wall. He sat down facing out into the room with his back to that wall. Maude, the comely daughter of the owner, was the only waitress in the establishment.She came to Jase's table and asked, "What would you like tonight, Jase?" as she set down a. I need to know or I wouldn't be asking." Mr. Malcolm, I have to tell you this is all highly irregular and completely unexpected. I was told that no one was to know the truth of Miss Olsen's situation besides myself, her handler with Witness Protection, and Miss Forrester, who works for me and will be handling the details of her time with us. And yet, here you are; frankly it worries me. Are you attached to Witness Protection then?" No. They have no idea who I am or that I'm here, and I'd like. Talked."Jen dropped the slice of toast she had been buttering. "Where did you... talk?" she asked, picking up the toast."Don't you mean, what did we talk about?"She dropped the toast again and glanced in the direction of the newspaper Ed was holding in front of him. "No, I don't give a damn what you talked about. Where did you have this talk?" Oh, where in the house did we talk? I understand now. We lay on the bed in your old room."Jen stared at me, like she was trying to collect her thoughts.. We would be using the actual Katanas, now.We took two days off for Christmas, and I found out I wasn't as sly as I thought (again). I had slipped my shopping list to mom, and had her pick up the gifts for everyone. The girls had done the same thing, but with dad. Claude and Alan looked overwhelmed, when they saw the load headed their way. One of the presents for them had hooves. We gave them the mounts they rode all the time, complete with new saddles and tack.Everyone else got new saddles,.