Bledsoe? My name is Tom Richardson; I'm Mandy Sellers' foster father. I just wanted to let you know that Tawny is here at our house. The girls have be...en studying, and lost track of time. Please don't be upset with Tawny; I'm a teacher, and I can assure you that she studied hard. Yes, I'll tell her to head home; thanks for your understanding." Boy, Mr. Richardson," Tawny said. "You certainly know how to stretch the truth." I didn't stretch the truth; you DID study something hard, now didn't. "He chuckled. "Well then, Sheila, my coy colleen; We want you and your group to dance at our lingus charity reception for the Irish Archbishop. Promise us you'll make that date, okay?" Promise??" I blurted in shell-shocked bewilderment.Later on in private with Ms. Mahoney, Aislynn explained what happened. "...So that's why I called Sean 'Sheila', so's not to make you and Noreen liars about not knowing about it."Mrs. Mahoney huffed in exasperation. "Saints preserve us, you kids! Now that I know. If I can answer them I will." In exchange for what?" asked Kris, his voice guarded."Like I said. You're interesting. You've been around. Who knows what you'll remember, but I bet most of it will be interesting. You know I'm not the only person keeping an eye on you, don't you?" You're not?" Kris looked puzzled."The preacher and about half his flock," said Mitch. "Anywhere you are, other than work, one of them is likely to be, doing this or that. I think they're getting bored, though. They don't. He knew that there were ways to extend his bed time, though some of them were likely to get him in trouble with his parents. Then Beth looked at Brandon again and asked "What's that?" while pointing at the necklace. "This?" Brandon said, holding it up, "I found it. Isn't it cool?" Beth snorted but came over and bent down for a better look at it. Picking it up in her hand, she stared at the necklace for a moment then snorted again, "Looks like junk to me." With that she turned around and went.