Eamon's eyes widened when we entered the hall together, but he kept his thoughts to himself; Isolde wasn't so clever. She shot me an exceptionally dir...ty look before turning towards her husband and saying something. I couldn't catch it all, but I heard the word 'bastard' in scathing tones. I tensed up, contemplating my escape route if I flew across the table and scratched her eyes out; Alistair, seeming to sense my aggravation, put his arms around my waist and held me back."It isn't worth it,. But yes, she'd experienced the freedom of the road, the wind in her face -- it was as if this trip had opened a whole new world for her, and she liked what she felt.Once again she sent a silent, grateful thanks to Jason, wherever he was, presumably on the highway somewhere heading back from Maine. She remembered last winter, pouting and jealous of Emily for having someone to give her a beautiful motorcycle, and even more for the willingness and the love to give her the freedom to ride it and. She was carrying a bag in one hand and the obligatory glass of wine in the other. "I need your help," she announced as she sipped her drink. "I bought a little something and it's a bit complicated." From her bag she produced a baby blue satin basque with little pink roses on and it was adorable. "This thing has about a thousand hooks up the back and there's suspenders and all sorts. Can you help?" "Of course I can, darling!" So this was what it feels like to be one of the girls, I thought to. By the end of the service I found that I had enjoyed it immensely and so had Allison. I saw the point of the whole thing nearly immediately. Honesty was seemingly the number one core belief and it seemed to permeate everything in Lovett County. Shopkeepers seemed to actually respect their customers (and not just their money), husbands and wives seem to communicate better with each other and most importantly most people did what they felt inside was ‘right inside’ and the best thing to do, not.