." Emily frowned slightly. She wasn't used to lying and the woman wasn't very good at it."That's okay," Mike smiled again as they stood there on the s...idewalk. "It's none of my business, but..." But what?" She pulled some blonde hair out of her face as a dry wind picked up for a second."If your husband doesn't meet you," Mike said slowly. "I'd like to buy you lunch. If that's okay." No," Emily smiled. "That's very nice of you, but ... I'll be fine. It was nice meeting you, Mike." Yeah, nice. " Cat said smiling widely.Chapter Two: Father's DayGreg sat there staring at his daughter as she walked up the drive; the way she moved still took his breath away. "Are you just going to sit there, and stare at me? Not that I mind of course." Catherine said with a smile."I'm sorry, I can't help it your just so damn beautiful." Well in that case, stare all you want, but you'll have to follow me up to the bedroom."When they reached the bedroom Cat pushed Greg down on the bed saying, "You strip. Maybe Pierre Hatch, after your uncle. Instead, I was aborted by my own mother, your ex-wife, Melanie Hatch. Your mother, my grandmother, was named Emmanuelle Marie-Louise Duchamp, in Port-Au-Prince, Haiti. I know that much. She married Reverend Andrew Hatch, converted to Protestant, Baptist Christianity instead of voodoo, but you returned to her faith, rejecting your father’s ... my grandfather’s.“I completely understand why, too. Voodoo, Santeria, these ways are the ways of our forefathers,. On my 21st birthday, Anna, a fiery European from Norway or Sweden was presented to me. She was quite a contrast in our Mediterranean community. She was very beautiful, about 20 years of age, tall and slender with blond hair and blue eyes. Her parents had been explorers or hunters and had been killed in the distant jungles of Africa. She had been captured and brought to the slave market in our village where my father bought her for me. She rejected my first overtures to her and eventually it.