And lover. Mary and Kimalways confided things to each other, things they wouldn't tell to anyoneelse. And this was going to be one of those things."Ki...m, do you have a moment? I need to talk with you about Pat." She saidearly one Saturday morning. "Sure, Mary. What's bothering you? He'sprobably going to be up in another half hour!" She answered. "I know."She said. Then she calmly went over all the times she had seen Pattouching or feeling not only Kim's intimate garments, but hers as well.She. The drinks came just after a few introductions to his friends, Neil and Sako. Shots. The deal was one drink. A single smooth shot and I was anxious to change the venue. Smooth, it made me hesitate. This was a good drink and I had no idea what it was. Alex smiled. He stood, held out his hand to lift me form my seat, and whispered in my ear. “A deal is a deal. Thanks for the drink.”I almost felt bad about what was going to happen. Alex and his friends followed me back, two of them little puppies. "Oh no," said the old lady, "not him surely, that nice boy, a spy. They must be mistaken." He works for Mr. Weaver I believe." Anne surprised herself by staying calm and in control of her voice. "He's certainly trustworthy I'm sure, very polite. A mistake as my aunt said." Very well, that is what I was sent to ask. You know him and tha, think well of him. Please excuse the intrusion." He backed away and left quietly after several bows and waves of his hat.The women looked at each other, and. Mary was waiting, standing impassively at one end of the room. She was wearing a long black qipao in black silk brocade. Bright red piping edged the collar, shoulder fastening, and the slit in the side of the skirt. Beside her, held in a crouched position by hobbling straps and fastenings on his leather suit, was a slave; the same one, Fara assumed, that had accompanied her on her first appearance at Gerard Street.Fara was impressed by the stillness that Mary seemed to project around her. Even.