Nah, couldn't be. As she looked back down at her book, I completed my examination. Very cute...but what was that? Oh, she has a little mustache. ... Nothing terrible mind you, just a few discrete white hairs on her upper lip, carefully bleached, but I prefer my ladies perfect, you know... "Oh you do, do you?" she asked me. I looked at her in shock. She just smiled. "We'll see about that." With that, she tore a page from her book and handed it to me. "You're going to need this," she. This war had unfolded much like I had warned Marcel two years earlier, only it had become much more of a bloody nightmare than even I could have envisioned. And now, I was apparently going to be thrust into the middle of it, whether I was ready or not. Madeleine was still not fully recovered from childbirth when I told her the news of my new assignment. I impressed upon her that she must tell absolutely no one of what I was going to be engaged in, not even her father — especially not her. If she was in charge of the house when dad was gone, she could be as ruthless as she pleased.“You are the oldest, but I’d prefer you text me if you need something addressed,” Dad held up his iPhone and shook it to show he was always a few taps away.“You can’t delegate like Master Davidson said,” Lindsay reminded him that Eddie had told us that a good master knew when to delegate authority and it didn’t diminish any of his authority.“Are you asking if you can spank Charity when I am not home?”. Bank account, driver’s license, even though I didn’t have a car anymore, and a few other things along the same lines. I was almost ready to make the tour. Then I got the visitor that I did want to see, my daughter. God she was pretty. Just like her momma, I mean just like her. I was so proud and so glad that I’d been able to step up to protect her. If I never did anything else worth a damn in my life that would be enough, I thought, as I watched her stride purposefully toward me. “Daddy!”.