"I'm sorry," I tell Edmund after an hour of dancing, "But I start a new job tomorrow and I must get some rest. Will you please walk me back to the hotel?"

"Of course," he agrees, taking an arm.

"I had a nice evening," I tell him on the doorstep. He shakes my hand.

"It was delightful," he agreed. "I will call on you again?"

"Sure," I smile. "It is nice to see a familiar face. Goodnight."

I watch him leave then walk to my room, trying to convince myself to be tired so that I will look fresh as an interpreter in the morning. My mind wanders to the MacRoths- what is happening with them?