“I think Dad loves Carrie.” She peeks her eyes up to mine through her eyelashes, looking to see how I feel about this news. “That’s good hon...ey. I’m really happy for him. While I don’t have romantic feelings for your father any more, I’ll never stop caring for his happiness and welfare.” A flash of relief passes through her eyes, and I realize how much worry she’s carried within herself about Frank and I, and our happiness. I fold her into my arms. “Ah, honey, your heart is bigger than any I. Blaise followed me but said, “I can’t just follow you around and watch you do all this work by yourself. As much as I want to.”“I’m going to go start a load of laundry,” he said as he left the room.By the time I saw him again, I had finished the dining room. He found me in the kitchen washing the breakfast dishes. But, I had removed the gym shorts and was wearing a pair of what in the 90s was sometimes called Australian rowing shorts or swim trunks. They were basically the same as today’s short. "Apparently, someone does," she pointed out reasonably."Why did you pull the gun away? Aren't you going to kill me?" Nope. I have a job for you," she said, smiling cheerfully at him."Patrick, I'm sorry for interrupting, but we have an emergency!" Melinda announced as I was sitting on the couch, relaxing. I sat up as girls raced into the room from everywhere, serious looks on their faces."What is it, Melinda?" Jessica and Sarah have been stopped by ten Qerda on the way to the mall."Damn! Sarah,. The walking patrols were still talking between each other and not watching anything either. I knew this because I was already checking the door to the large building I had moved too. It was not locked, so after making sure that a walking patrol would not see me I looking inside to see if it was safe to enter.It was a nice size kitchen; a woman was cooking with her back to the door I had just entered. She did not hear me and I was able to move down the hallway without her ever knowing I had been.