He walked into the small kitchen to get a beer from the refrigerator. He opened it and took a long gulp."Hey Mr.M!" He heard Brooke behind him. "Thoug...ht I heard you come in. I have a message from Lily, she said she will be home late because of school"Raul took another drink of his beer. " Brooke I told you it's not Mr. M, it's Raul, please. But thanks for the message." He turned to look at Brooke. "How have you been?"Brooke smiled and said"Ive been better. Drew broke up with me last night so. " I thought you were catching on. I was sure that I had given myself away somehow. I knew I had left clues as to my behavior. Of course I was guilty so I saw them, even though now I realize that you didn't. So I concocted the scheme to make you think that you had cheated. Then I let that too get out of hand."I nodded, almost sadly now. "I'll say you did."He shook his head. "Unbelievably, I began to believe my own propaganda. I brooded on it. I managed to convince myself that maybe you really. ” She said quickly and definitely.I shook my head with a silent laugh. “I guess that’s the level of intelligence I can expect from a waitress.”She quickly sat up and shriveled her face. “Oh! That’s a low blow!” She grabbed the pillow she had been resting her head on and threw it at me, which I easily caught laughing as I did, and tucked it between my arm and the couch. When she returned to her rested state she realized she really missed that pillow. “Can I have my pillow back?”“Ch-yeah, so you. She wished only to go on doing good and being happy.’”“You’re right. It’s amazing! What would it be like if you looked at the Boers in South Africa?”“I don’t know. But we could look at some Rider Haggard. We’ve about a dozen.”But King Solomon’s Mines or one of the other Quatermain stories, or She wouldn’t do much good.”“Well, here’s Swallow, that’s Boer novel.” Patrick paged through the beginning. “Here, you can see the animus. Just like the Mormons and the Christians.”“What shall we do with.