"Mom, I have a gift for you," Elowen said happily as she sat with her mother, who had been focused on the soap opera she was watching on the television.
"This better be good," Calista said, reducing the volume of the television and turning to her daughter. "You look happy, so this might be good after all." Calista dropped her bowl of chips to the table and turned fully to her daughter.
"So I bagged Mr. Richard Holt." Elowen was going to spare her the details of how that was done, at least for the sanity of every one of them. Her mother would rake and bleed out of her nose if she heard what she had done; she said she did not need to know the process anyway as long as they had results.
"What?" Calisyta asked, a smile climbing her face till her lip was stretched from one part of her fac
