Before I could test his theory, we were in the kitchen. "It took you long enough," an ebony girl said as she put the ready prepared meal on the kitchen table. She has a gorgeous glow to her dark skin. Through my eyes she too is beautiful. I looked at her speechless; I couldn't find my voice. My eyes asked the question which my mouth couldn't ask. "It's my work to make sure that the place stays neat, that the storage room stays fully supplied, and that you get what you want and when you want it. Sorry for not introducing myself, Miss O'Bryan. I'm Em Feather…" I smiled a sly smile and interrupted her, "I would like to call you Em; it sounds better than your birth name. Emmalizia Featherstonehaugh, that sounds unique. So you've been with the McLaughlin family for generations?" I ended off wit
