A few days earlier I remember, we had loosely talked about the charge for slave quarters. It had only been loosely, no decisions had been reached and with the demands of organizing this party, we had simply forgotten the essence of the business. Mai had not, obviously. What surprised us was that the price quoted was not the round figure we had been discussing. No, these prices printed in the book were a good thirty percent higher. There was also a tear out booking slip provided. Mai stood in front of us holding out three such printed pages. The kennels, according to those papers, were booked for three slaves and at the new quoted prices. She still looked nervous, but that soon vanished as both of us nodded and smiled. “Well done, Mai, this seems to be perfect, but how and when, did you com
