She was absolutely torn. So was I, but a part of me was also becoming excited at the new possibility."Do you promise not to be upset at my answer?" I ...asked."At this point, I'm about ready to hear anything." I would do it."The look on her face showed how totally unprepared she was for my blunt answer. She looked scared, but also understanding."I wasn't expecting such a direct answer to that question," she replied. "Has this always been a part of your fantasy? Have you thought about actually. She was quite impressed with the way I spoke to her. We realized that we had finished the dinner long time ago and still continued to chat with each other.“Would you be interested in some Britain Wine in my room?” she asked inviting me to her room. Who could deny such an invitation. I readily accepted and we headed to her room which was on the 3rd Floor. Room no.13. I removed my jacket and got comfortable on the sofa as she came with 2 glasses and a wine bottle and sat quite close to me. We. I will call Michael this instant. His agents aren’t even here yet. He is going to have a fit.’ ‘I don’t care, my mother is more important.’ She picked up the phone to call Michael. ‘Michael, I have a problem. Bruno Valentino just passed away. Stephano wants to go to Louisiana now. Your people are not here yet. Please don’t be angry with me.’ ‘What do you mean my people are not there yet? They should have been there more than an hour ago.’ ‘They are not here, Michael. No one has shown up.’. ‘ Anne’s voice trailed off as she realised what she was about to say might be offensive to her companion. ‘You mean, you find it hard to see her screwing some foreign fisherman on the deck of his boat!’ laughed Kate. ‘Well, maybe you’re right, but don’t put her on a pedestal – she’s no ‘goody two-shoes’. No more’s your Dad!’ Anne’s response surprised her. ‘Why? What do you know?’ she asked, eagerly. ‘Do you really want to know?’ asked Kate. ‘Oh, yes.’ Anne was surprised, herself, at her.