“Who are these two people?”His mom looked up before turning to him. “It isn’t polite to stare, Yren,” she answered. “That’s Goodwoman He...dleddy and Goodman Barent. They’re guards.”“Oh,” Yren frowned, trying to remember. “I thought I knew them.”“You did know them,” his mom replied. “You killed them.”“I killed them?” Yren questioned, his heart starting to pound.“Of course,” his mom answered. “They were very upset about it, too. They understand a bit better now. I even think they’ve forgiven. She slapped my arm forcefully.“No, no,” she said. “Not that.”I pulled back a little in response to the slap. She was able to break away from my grip. She put her hand on my chest and started pushing me to the bed. I took off my shirt and sat down on the edge. I wrapped an arm around Cara’s waist and pulled her close. We kissed passionately. I started with the button on her shirt.I could tell she was apprehensive, but she didn’t stop me. And I didn’t slow up to give her a chance to. .. Are you sure you're alright, Sister?"I looked at the envelope he held in his hand and nodded. "I was sick," I told him. "I'm better now. James, right? Brother James?" I kept my arms folded in my sheet, leaving him like that, with his hand outstretched foolishly, holding the oversized envelope."Yes, uh, James Mayfair, Sister." He looked over my shoulder, like I wasn't even there. "Father Lyons said..." Your third year?" I cut him off."No, Sister, um, fourth. I'll be ordained next summer.". They smiled up at her. However, Tanya was no longer in the room.As Cari glanced around, the black-haired woman came pushing through the kitchen door. In her hands was a replenished tray, complete with wine, cheese, and crackers. "I thought you three might need a bit more wine."She placed the tray on the floor and sat down beside it, handing Cari a glass. "I know you need it. Take a slow sip. It'll help you pull yourself back together."Nodding, Cari accepted the wine and sipped. It did help. She.