Whether it was with another unarmed passenger liner or with a Union military ship, it could only be to her advantage if she could find a way to help t...he other side.Her thoughts felt jumbled and disjointed. She needed information, she needed to know what was happening so she would know if it were possible to do something, anything. Her moment of indecision was interrupted by the door opening again, and Vlad entering the cabin, dressed in a pressure suit and carrying a second, smaller suit in his. Kiddy laughter came from outdoors and the doorbell rang. “Your mask, Geoffrey,” said a male from the foyer maybe. “Where is it? You look like a fool in half your costume. Delve out the candy for this bunch, then cover up your god-awful face.” That had to be Logan. I knew it wasn’t a brother or a cousin. The anger and pretentiousness in his voice. It was him. And he was coming. To deal with me. The cheers of kids grew louder when the door opened. After their treat collection, the door. When Diana and the harem began bringing the food into the dining room where Wainwright and Margaret were, he asked, "Where are the caterers? They're supposed to do the serving. We didn't come here to put the work on you, Mrs. Matthews." Number one," Diana said, smiling, but her voice brittle, "I sent them on their way. Number two; I don't allow guests to serve themselves. So sit, and this wonderful food will be ready in just a minute."Wainwright knew the comment about serving themselves was. ” There was a distant look in her eyes as she began “I was 24 when I got married, he was already unhappy with me. He had wanted an eighteen-year-old. But my mother Bapu gave a lot of dowry. That’s why he married me.” She was staring fixedly at the floor now, as she narrated her tale of woe. “And then when my first daughter was born, he started saying that it is my fault. And then his business is also not going well ... and he ... he blames me for that too ... says that I am wretched.” she.