" Miranda smiled and went over to the elderly man "were you talking to me?" Lord Roundmoore chortled "of course I was and you know it young woman, who... are your parents? You look damned familiar." Miranda almost giggled "my name is Miranda Breeton, my parents are..." Lord Roundmoore grinned "I know who your parents are girl, you got your mama's voice? Play the harpsichord do you? Come, come don't leave an old man waiting." Miranda grinned "yes to both questions." Lord Roundmoore grinned back. Then she looked up at him with the most serious look on herface.“Billy, Do, uh, could, uh,” she started to say.Just then there was a knock on the door.“I’ll get it,” he said, getting up.Opening the door, he found the conductor standing there.“The dining car is now open,” he said.“Thanks,” Billy told him, closing the door.“What were you going to say, Mother,” he asked her as he sat back downbeside her.“Oh, nothing,” she smiled weakly, “nothing that can’t wait.”“Good, because I’m hungry,” he told. The air conditioning unit built into the wall below the window was steadily blowing air across the room. …What IS that? A putrid stench, drifting from out of the room and into the hallway. Old sweat. Nasty sweat. Sweat so strong and pungent that a dry pain crept up from the back of her throat all the way up her nasal cavity and Stephanie covered her face with the back of her gloved hand in disgust. It’s Megan. Dear god.. that’s Megan. She’d smelled Megan before occasionally, but it had always. We hope the changes will not inconvenience too many of you but they have become necessary.’ ‘Firstly, the tournament will be run over the next three weekends. This weekend we will have the men’s and women’s singles elimination tournament. By Sunday night we should have four players left in each group.’ ‘Next weekend we will have the mixed doubles tournament with only two couples remaining by Sunday night. The following weekend will be the semifinals and finals of the men’s and women’s.