"Seat the overflow, which is what you are. The picnic tables are all full." she said seriously."There is no way I can make it up those stairs," I sugg...ested."I know, come on I'll find you a space somewhere." she said leading me into the dining room. She was right the table were all filled."Tell Jack to get the preacher's guys over to build shelves for standing room only customers," I suggested."That is an excellent idea. We are also going to turn the upstairs into another space just like this.. In fact, all we had to do was to hitch my mule that everybody by now knew was a robot to the carriage and take off.That stream where I first met Julia and Susan ran close to Clear Wells and had trees growing along most of its length, so it was a good place to head for a picnic. We found a very pleasant location right next to the stream and exited the carriage. Julia and Susan found a spot for the picnic blanket, and we sat down. I was the one who knew about picnics, so I was the one who ordered. I assumed she’d forgotten and I let it drop, too. But I couldn’t have been more wrong. The first indication that it was still on her radar seemed harmless enough: as I was exiting the shower one morning, she surprised me by asking me to wear a pair of pink panties that she was dangling from her fingers. She said that she had been shopping for herself the day before and when she bought herself some new underwear, it sparked her memory of the comment in London and she impulsively threw a pair. . agitated. He'll be very aggressive with you. Hope you're emotionally prepared for that."Amanda took a deep breath before looking down and away and rubbed her knees together. The tension was overwhelming her. Zara mercifully stepped to the bathroom door, "OK, get ready to meet your new black boyfriend." She rapped on the door twice, "Amanda is ready for you, Kwame." The sounds of running water muted. Three anxious seconds passed. The door knob clicked as it twisted and door opened. I took a.