Those two facts, at last, appeared to be obvious.Fiona turned to me and seemed to think very hard about her next words. “Lord Wellington, we ... tha...t is ... the four of us are sort of on the run from some very bad people. We were in the US Witness Protection system until our new names and assumed identities were sold by some federal employees.” She looked frightened, confused, and a little lost, all at the same time.“Please call me Terry. My father and grandfather were truly royals. I’m sort of. “Unlike John, I do not have good memories of this place,” she admitted. “I ... I was also not very polite to the guardian you placed over me.”“Jude understood and forgave you,” Jehrameel chuckled.“Is that why you’re so odd around him?” I asked.“Yes. I never expected to meet him again and the things I said to him were shocking ... even for me,” she replied, looking extremely embarrassed.“Ah, you thought he would tell all at one of our get-togethers?”“Yes. I do not care for being humiliated, even. Standing for a moment to allow my eyes to adjust to the lack ofillumination, I surveyed those near me that I could see and marveled at themix. Several cross-dressers, obviously men in female clothing that did littleto conceal there maleness, two women, oblivious to anything but eachother, gay men and their escorts and beautiful women sitting alone at thebar.Once I could see, I moved through the crowd to a secluded table, a perfectspot to observe without being obvious. Sipping my wine, I. The silence that hovered over the phone lines was deafening at that point. Suddenly he responded, ‘I’m sorry. I’m so sorry. I’m just having a bad day. I just need to go to bed. I just need to go to bed. I had too much to drink.’ All I could do was cry. I couldn’t say anything else. So Michael finished our conversation when he realized my tears weren’t subsiding. ‘I want you to just hang up the phone, Camille, okay. I’m sorry. Please, just hang up the phone.’ After that night, we experienced.