He didn’t phone anyone in the UK on his arrival due to the time difference but he was looking forward to hearing Dawns voice once again. Back home t...he day was just beginning, Dawn was waking the household for breakfast before they all went their different ways of College or School. As the noise abated as the last c***d left the family home, Dawn began to ponder the last 24 hours. I’d kissed Phil goodbye as he commenced a new overseas assignment, unsure when I would see him in person next. I. Bess happily munched on the grain mix that Mark had made up for her for her milking times. He had told Jean that he had liberated the grain from the storeroom at the lab.While she put the milk away, Mark set the table and then put the food on it. Jean washed up and joined him. “Thank you, Mark,” she said.He just nodded at her but didn’t make eye contact. The rest of the meal was eaten in silence. Once they were finished, he cleaned up and then disappeared downstairs to his workshop. Jean sadly. We shared a bottle of wine between us. Julia drank the least. I think she was still thinking about how drunk she had been last night.As we were sitting down with the coffee Emma startled me by announcing:“The taxi will collect me in quarter of an hour. You have the house to yourselves tonight. You know where things are, don’t you, Paul. You’ll have to make the breakfast. I’ll be back mid-morning.”“Wha…”“Don’t be silly, Paul,” Julia cut in. “She’s going to be with George, aren’t you, Emma?”“Yes.. ? Rahul ordered.?Thank you, Rahul.? Sanjeev obeyed quickly, getting into the mansion. He felt an instant sense of warmth inside, partly from the warmth of the central air-conditioners and partly from the glow inside, the very thought of surrendering his life to the sovereign couple. Their very presence put him into a trance, and he began to think about whether charisma like they had was a gift from God or whether it’s a practised skill, like cooking or medicine. Certainly a gift from God, he.