She stood and crossed to the refrigerator, drinking the black coffee as she went. She rummaged through the food, pulling out eggs and bacon.The knock ...on the door made her jump. Nobody ever came by on Sunday morning. Perhaps it was Sylvia wanting to know when she was going to pick up Ron, Jr. Sylvia never said a word when Marge asked her to baby-sit but her disapproval was clear. Marge sighed, wrapped her housecoat around herself and got up.When she wrenched open the door the bright sunlight. The roar of the waves breaking against the beach was charming. These were the few moments of my day that were solely mine, uplifting and relaxing me.Only a few shipwrights walked the wet sands below me, since we didn’t require the guest workers to arrive at the construction site until we could see the bottom of the sun touching the sea. It was one of their favorite perks of the job; our local men prided themselves on being on site at the touch of dawn and those men were the supervisors. This. “Pick up a sword. I’ll fight you.”“I should warn you, Sir,” Jonathan replied, suddenly behaving like a southern aristocrat. “I am well trained in sword craft.”“Good!” Jake replied, pretending to yawn. “You’ll keep me from being bored.”“Be careful, Darling!” Dani exclaimed. “He’s good! I watched him earlier!”The only sword Jonathan could see was the one Annalisa had been using earlier. It still lay on the ground where she’d dropped it. Macario handed a sword to Jake as Jonathan walked over and. I just don't know if I could handle this load without them.'A slightly mischievous thought then streaked through her head and she sent, 'Thank you, Love, ' while she reached out with her Mage sense and planted a butterfly wing kiss on the cheek of the love of her life.The return flow on their private channel included, 'Even if I don't have a clue what that was for, I'll still only give you three or four hours to quit, ' followed by 'Hey Beautiful, want to do lunch at Lake's Edge? That way we.