“Are you sure?” Abella asked. “The house has many rooms.”“No sign anybody has been through there.” Cecilia looked at Naia. “Any ideas?�...�Naia contemplated the question, her eyes gazing off into the distance. “I think ... I think I sense him toward the greenhouse.”“Well then let’s look.” Abella walked around the corner of the house, Cecilia close behind. Cecilia knelt by the grass, touching the blades with her hand.“He’s been here.” Plucking a blade, Cecilia showed it to Abella. It was stained. They speculated that she would be the first to join the Rajah's harem after proper training by the corps of concubine trainers. These young men and women watched and waited for her training to begin. Hope had no special mark to identify her but the very fact that she had no chewed ear or tiny mole on her left ass cheek like Charity was identification in and of itself.The girls were done up in different hair styles and each one triggered a response in their actions. When Charity was in a. I still hold a grudge from WWII. Okay, I’m not old enough to have lived through the war, but my relatives did. We could have been speaking Japanese or German today, not that would be a bad thing, but it was a bad thing to think about 60 years ago. Besides, the Japanese and Germans don’t necessarily like Americans and America. Germany still has anti-Semitic Neo Nazi groups and Japan is a closed country, basically. You don’t see too many Americans walking around their country in the way that you. By the time of launch we were all calling her this. From her I'd learned more about the life cycle, breeding cycle, and death cycle of chickens than I'd ever hoped to know. She was an accepted, though minor member of our crew. She'd trained with us in the simulators, had gone up with us in the vomit comet, had participated in the pre-launch flight in the F-16s, even taking the stick for a short time in the back seat of the specially modified trainer that Commander Buxely flew. She'd proved to.