E.M., had been scheduled to immediately follow lunch, but Candiceliked the idea of making individual introductions before the officialmeeting. The two... arrived back at Ms. Rockwell's office, completing the tour,full-circle."Well, that's the estate. Any questions?" No, Miss Parker, I believe you've done an excellent job of coveringeverything that I'll need to know on day one." Ms. Rockwell was afashionable woman who enjoyed wearing executive power suits with knee-lengthskirts and designer high. I can just imagine- Annoying stinky babies? Loud, too.We slunk away. I marked it on my map. I actually applauded the person doing this, a gene-conservation effort. I should have thought of it. I should have thought of letting the cats out. All I thought of was putting down the brain dead. I wasn't much of a leader, and history, and all my descendants (counting my chicks again) would be disappointed in me.Note to self: come back here in fifteen years, see if they had any extra girls to give. None of the crew even blinked at receiving orders to kill an old woman. They had passed that threshold long ago. Jameel was wearing a FedEx cap, and a shirt with a FedEx logo. That was usually enough to get the door open, especially at this time of year. A gun pressed against the person's forehead when the door opened usually resolved any additional issues.Jameel stood back from the door and nodded, after taking a deep breath. The man on his right, out of sight of the peephole, returned his nod. People dressed as they pleased and it was no wonder if women roamed topless or even if women bathed fully nude in open public bathing places. Nothing was promiscuous in the village. Even the ancestry had a special feature. All the village folk were related to each other. It was a custom to marry one’s nephew or niece. It was not incest but it was done to preserve wealth and on some occasions even real brother and sister had been married to each other just to conserve wealth. My own family was.