Sullivan replied through her laughter.“Mike, Mike! Mr. Walkam has you by about three inches in length, but it’s like a pencil thin,” Tempe added... through her tears of laughter.“I guess that would make it a whole lot easier to sneak into foreign territories,” I laughed.“Yes, with guys like us, there’s no real sneaking into territory where a lady won’t know about it well in advance,” Mr. Sullivan said. His package was now near full sail and as Tempe told me, he was indeed a near rival for my own,. The Abbot nodded, trying not to wince. Boetio was an intelligent young man who deserved more than this small, vulnerable parcel of northern Italy offered, as the politics of Charlemange’s Empire swirled back into chaos. Another sharp young mind was to be deprived of the resources of the Abbey library, where honed, it might uncover new mysteries from the past and provide new light for the future. He could only pray that Boetio, this family and this land would be spared the wicked winds blowing. They?re not going to hold a tag day for me yet. I stillhave my hopes up high. One of these days, I?m going to score. You?llsee.??I hope you will find the man of your loftiest dreams. Until then,would you consider being my cosmetician? If you can fit me into yourschedule I mean, because I need help, as you can see. I don?t know athing about applying makeup properly and you made me look greatwithout half trying. It?s one thing my mother didn?t teach me how todo, even though I know for a fact that. However, I'd like you to have something special so that you think of me."Sarah reached back into her bag and took out a small box and handed it to Betty. Betty opened it and pulled out an intricate gold necklace with a heart shaped locket. Betty looked at Sarah in surprise. "Open it" Sarah urged."Betty opened the locket, and inscribed inside was:Betty My Owner is SarahBetty held it out to Sarah again, and Sarah clasped it around her neck. "You'll wear this always," Sarah whispered into Betty's.