I hope you haven't unpacked." No, highness, I haven't unpacked. I think I've forgotten how."He chuckled and then turned to someone else, listening to ... proposal for a new wing of classrooms at the University.Later she and Trilium were led to a small room where the High King sat alone at a table. He waved for them to sit. There was a guard standing near the door. He was wearing a brace of pistols and looked quite fierce."So, you want to join the navy and see the world, eh?" the High King asked. "Sam blew a kiss, laughed and hung up.He opened the door to a forlorn looking Michelle. Sam noticed straightaway."Whats up babe, you look ill." Who was that on the phone?" Oh you heard that?" Yes who the hell is Suzi Sam? Don't you dare lie to me are you playingwith me."Sam could hear the panic in her voice. She was still so insecure, itwas understandable."That was my sister Suzi. She works in Edinburgh and wants to come downfor a few days." Your s-sister? Why did you call her sex bomb." Oh. I wanted a Mexican beer, but Sam settled fer a sasparilla. We took our drinks ta a table in the back of the saloon an' cooled them down ta our taste.We sat there talkin' about nothin' much, but enjoyin' the cool of the room an' bein' out of the direct sun. It might be late fall, but it was still right hot in the middle of the afternoon on most days. Anyway, we was relaxin' from a long borin' day when nothin' was happenin'. That changed right quick when a pair of galoots walked inta the. Oooh!" Want a drink?" Diet something?" I'll look." I left the ladies and went into the kitchen."I know you go to the opera," Allie said when I returned, "but do you go to the theatre?" We haven't," Rachel responded. "Why?" I went to 'The Histrionic' by Thomas Bernhard last week. It was tremendous!"I shook my head. "I've never heard of him." He's Austrian. Or was. He's dead. The play is about an aging actor, on a downhill slide, who's getting a show read in a run-down pub. Preparing the dump for.