Mike thought, 'I guess I can blame it on the calories I burned the night before, can't I?'Evryn kissed him at the door wishing him a good day. Mostly,...Mike floated during the morning. His class in Renaissance art that morning discussed Palladio and his influence on architecture in Europe. It isn't permissible to say something like influence on architecture anymore; that's too Euro-centric. It must always be clarified with, in Europe or European influenced cultures. 'Boy, isn't that just a handy. I nodded. She knew that our familys history was rooted in this house. My father had spent most of his summers here as a child and I had done the same. I hated the thought of the place going out of the family on my death. Youd like to see your children grow up here, wouldnt you? Again it was more of a statement than a question. I stiffened, this was the elephant in the room that my wife and I had never talked about, that wed pretended wasnt there. I thought Id accepted the fact but I found. ”“Then we’ll take her to one,” Myllyn resolved. “We’ll take her and have them heal her.”“There’s not enough time,” Gillen said softly. “By the time we got the body to a temple, the hour will have passed.”“Maybe they can bring her back outside the hour?” Myllyn tried.“You know they can’t,” Gillen said quietly. “No one has the power to bring back the dead beyond an hour; not and have it still be Lin inhabiting the body.”Myllyn nodded. For a while, he just sat there, tears streaming down his face.. I stood at the top of the stairs listening for a moment, smiling when all I did hear was the sound of music playing, coming up from their bedroom, which told me two things. One ... the music would definitely mask any sound I might make coming down the stairs. And two ... whatever was going on at the moment, mom was making sure that Steven was obviously well occupied.I silently crept down the stairs, reaching the landing and again stopping to listen. But all I again heard was the sound of music.