Their eyes told each other to give them the truth."Yes we are," Emma admitted."Why did you run away?" Gwyn asked."We did nothing wrong, but they were ...going to separate us," Carol declared, getting her tongue back. "We've been friends for a long time and we can't have them tear us apart. We like each other very much." Very much," Emma admitted after taking a bite. This was the most delicious meal they had in a very long time."And you risked running away to stay together?"Both looked at each. ”“So my mother is dead,” Nadia said with a nod. “I suspected as much.”“No, Child,” Olaf corrected.“Your sister is dead,” Nadia told him firmly. “I was small but I remember her passing.”“That was my younger sister,” Olaf explained. “She became ill and passed before she turned 17. I speak of my older sister.”Nadia’s eyes widened. She had never heard anyone speak of a second sister in her almost 20 years at the castle.“I have a second sister, one four years older than me,” Olaf said. “She lived. She stepped onto a set of scales he supplied. He assessed her as “a 25 minutes job”. Me, Well I could not believe we were doing such a bizarre thing as standing in a normal motel discussing how long it might take my lovely wife to die in the most awful pain, using a metal spike up through her body like it was some normal procedure. However that is just what we were doing and I sat silently watching as with a smile Sue stood and began slowly disrobing for her chosen executioner`s obvious. "Comfortable," Sybil called from the kitchen.Sybil balanced the drinks deftly into the room and placed a sweating glass into Gwen's small hand. She seated herself next to Gwen and tucked her legs beneath her like a svelte cat perching before its domain."We have a quiet evening planned. Just the three of us. Dinner, some records, color television if you like... a swim... tennis... you name it, Gwen." I don't know why you're going to all this trouble for me, but I appreciate it." No trouble. No.