"What do you want for breakfast?" she asked. "Just toast and coffee, please," I said as I sat down. I had to fightstaring at Dad. "When did you start ...drinking coffee?" asked Mom as she placed her handson her hips. Shit, that's right, I thought. It then hit me. "Mom, I'm eighteen in twodays, what's the harm?" Mom shook her head, but she poured me a mug. "Sounds like she's really growing up," said Dad. I added a little sugar, some milk and took a sip. "Well?" asked Dad. "Good to the last drop," I. It had a simple kitchen, a parlour and two bedrooms. Oil lighting and log fires, a well supplying the water, but it was homely, tobacco and his pipe lay on the mantle-shelf, a book beside his rocker and the remains of a fire in the grate. Upstairs she found beside the neatly made bed, a wardrobe and a dresser held his few clothes, a book rack with perhaps a dozen books, and his bureau, in it letters from his only brother who she knew had died the previous year and his diary`s for the last few. Oland and his father sat and talked for several hours, after sending Beatra home. Berandal had a hard time believing his son's story, until Roland pulled out the gems. There was more than Roland first saw in the pouch, when they were all dumped out on the table.Along with the emeralds and diamonds, there were rubies and sapphires. There was also a very heavy ring, that was the last piece out. the voice in Roland's head gloated."Power ring?" Roland asked out loud, startled.Berandal looked at his. I rolled over Kajal and lifted myself, resting on my elbow; and kissing her forehead. Kajal was still asleep and I lifted her in my arms and she encircled her hands on my neck in her half sleep. I just kicked our dress to heap at one corner and walked towards the bedroom in 1st floor. As I opened the door of the bedroom, Kajal had her eyes open and looking at me like an innocent angel.Kajal: “You, finally made me a women before I got married”Me: smilingly “but you liked it and enjoyed it,.