The Duke, grudgingly, admires Rowan's courage and honor, and before everyone got entirely too drunk to speak reason, the Duke even made his own peace ...with the púcel. He's certain that he's going to be murdered for doing this, once he returns back home, but even his officers are finally getting used to the idea of peace between the races. The Count of Orshold has even formally granted several of the tribes lands of their very own in the hills near the town, including your ever-burning tree,. He managed to put one foot forward, then the other. I can't look at Diana. If there are tears on her face, I'll bawl like a baby. Don't mess it up for Arlene, you fool. Smile, dammit, he admonished himself.Jeff didn't even notice that there were as many tears on his face as there were on Arlene's, but Arlene did.Somehow, when Diana released his arm, he was able to take Arlene's and say, "My Lady. Shall we go in to dinner?"Arlene pulled his arm tight against her breast as he pushed the dining. Are the bombs going to be in an enclosed area?" He asked.Grogan frowned, "How should I know? All I tell them is to plant the things, not where they should go." Grogan said testily.Chris shook his head, "Well if they were separate then there isn't a real chance. But if they are together in an enclosed area I would suggest fan heaters." Chris then said."Fan heaters?" Grogan repeated his disbelief showing in his face.Chris nodded, "Yes! Put them on a timer and when we want them to blow up we set. She pulled up the message; it was from NursBete69 at yazoo.com. The message was short and sweet.Dear Henrietta, I loved taking your temp, I loved taking your sample, and it was warm on my hand. Please talk to me tonight. Your friend, BettyHenrietta was happy. Her low feeling was gone. She would talk to Betty and feel better. She was certain of that. The thoughts of the Doctor and the silly courses of action seemed now far away. She set up a chat to Betty with her laptop on the bed. Henrietta.