Fran’s hair, earlier styled perfectly, was mussed, meaning, Joanne thought, that Fran must have been tossing and turning and unable to sleep, too. �...��I wonder if telling me that story about her night with Greg caused her the same problems it caused me?’ Joanne mused. ‘It would serve her right if it did.’ ‘Are you OK, Joanne?’ Fran asked softly. ‘You look, I don’t know, upset.’ ‘I…I guess so,’ Joanne said, ‘I…I’m just having a hard time getting to sleep tonight. I…’ For reasons she didn’t quite. As soon as Dorothy left, I called Grandfather. "Do you feel like flying down for Thanksgiving? I'd like for you to see Tuscaloosa, Birmingham, and Fairhope and meet the people here. Maybe the Lauders could come over and Will and Brooke could come too? I would like for you to come down early and get a feel for the people here, then we could go to Fairhope and stay on the Bay."I want you to meet Dorothy and see the woman who is probably carrying your second great-grandchild. Grandfather will know. I wanted Terri and Carol and I to be together. I wanted to love them both and bask in their love in return. But was it what Terri wanted? Could she even accept it? I hoped, deeply hoped, that Carol was right about that as well.There's another reason too, Carol said finally."I'm almost afraid to ask."Darling, said Carol, the English major, have you ever heard the expression, 'hung for a sheep, hung for a lamb'? If you're going to break it to her, you should go all the way. I felt a soft warm. "She's right there. The one with thebig blue eyes and golden hair. You men pick out anyone you want, but leavethat little morsel for me." The tall soldier stood in the doorway with his sword in hand as the otherfour stepped into the room and made a quick survey of the quivering females.The first two chosen were the dead man's two lovely concubines. They were immediatelydragged out into the vestibule and out of sight. While the other two soldierscontinued their search, squeezing breasts to.