She picked out three possibilities. One she eliminated almost immediately,large golden colored hoops. She didn't care for them herself and never woret...hem. That left the other two. But which one had she used this last week? Frowningshe tried to remember back to Monday morning. She drew a blank. Getting dressed was mostly automatic; it wasn't the mostmemorable part of her day, especially given the events of the last few weeks.She had no clue as to which ones he didn't like. Frowning, she stared. By which time both female occupants would likely be incinerated."This makes me very angry, boss," Marcus said. "Scudaro skulking around; this gas leak; something is going on."I nodded."It seems pretty evident that Mr. Gomez is still nearby," I said. "Find Scudaro and ask him some questions. You know what we need to know."Marcus agreed."Should I call you when I find him?" he asked. "Do you need to handle this one personally?"I considered his questions."Marcus, I believe in this situation it is. " That I am, and my brother too, though he's never 'ad a chance to be on his own yet and practice 'is trade. Come Robert and sign the bond."The brother, wordlessly, bent his dark head and signed where he was told. The third young man, the red-headed pewter worker, was not asked about his religion and was glad of it since he would have hated to have denied being baptised Romish. He had even considered the priesthood at one time until he discovered that girls were much more interesting and easier. Both he and I are happy with the arrangement of being friends with benefits. I would love to have the same kind of arrangement with Arthur. It’s hard for me to imagine he’s only seventeen and I care for him so much. He’s of an age where sometime down the road—I mean when we are both out of the University and into our jobs—where I suppose he could be a great candidate for a husband. But it would be foolish to even consider something like that now and our living accommodations at the moment just.