Bad Company

Try “Bored Company.” Potluck casting finds audacious comedian Chris Rock filling dual roles, first playing a murdered CIA agent, and then playing the agent’s street-smart twin who’s recruited by our government to complete his brother’s planet-saving assignment.

A subdued Anthony Hopkins lazily works his way through as Rock’s frustrated mentor, though the Academy Award winner couldn’t look more disinterested if he tried. Early gags work well in this brawn-for-brains spy rehash, sparked by Rock’s natural charisma and observational quips. But a logical conclusion completely eludes director Joel Schumacher, whose bland paint-by-numbers approach to filmmaking robs the proceedings of any suspense. Ultimately, “Bad Company” unsuccessfully attempts to fit a mere 2 pounds of story into a 5-pound bag, leaving room for a lot of dead space.Grade: D

EA Father’s Choice Part 10

My dad is letting me use is PDA to type on. He has attached a little keyboard to it, and now I can write any where, and i am able to transfer it back to the computer. So you can expect my quickness in writting to keep on going…

Part 10

Henry was hundreds of miles away from home, but that is where all his thoughts were. He regularly received letters from there, but none told him what he wanted to know. Many thoughts had been filling his head since he had left there. He was often curious as to how things were progressing between Danielle and Charles, but there was another thought that troubled him even more. Who exactly was his sister?

In England, he had run across some of his mother’s relatives in the market. They were staying at one of their estates that was located in the area. Henry was obliged to spend a few evenings in their company. One night, they took him on a tour of the estate, and he was taken down a hall that was overflowing with pictures. He did his best to examine them, but found no trace of his sister in any of them.

He felt as if he was reading a mystery. The only difference was that he had yet to find a piece of the puzzle. He just found himself in endless dead ends. Finally, he grew sick of the constant searching, and decided to write to his mother. She had always been a good observer, and maybe there was something that he had overlooked.

Dear Mother,

I will save you the small talk that is normally proper way to start a letter. Instead, I have a question to ask you. For a great while now, I have been bothered by it. In me, I can easily see family resemblance. I have father’s cheeks, and your nose. Danielle, however, seems to share nothing with either of you.

At home, I examined our picture of our family, and have seen nothing. I always just dismissed it and said that she looked like your side of the family. No longer can I believe that. Here in England, I ran into a few cousins of yours. They had an extensive collection of family pictures. After examining them, I no longer know what to think.

I guess part of me is suggesting that Danielle is not really my sister. I know that I must seem insane to you. I am sure you are waiting for me to tell you that this is just some kind of joke, but I promise you that I am quite serious. A simple reply will do, but I need you to tell me the truth.

Your ever loving son,

Henry

When Marie received this letter, she was a little shocked, but part of her expected it. She knew that both of her children were intelligent, and to be quite truthful she was surprised it took one of them this long to start to figure things out.

At first, she thought she should consult with Francis, he, undoubtedly, had a plan in case something like this happened. She was close to bringing it up with him a few times, but could not bring herself to do it. Her mind kept on telling her that he would act without consulting her, so why should she not do the same thing. She detained her answer for a week and a half when she finally made herself write back.

Dear Henry,

I have long thought that one of my children would figure out the family secret before we announced the truth to the world. Your father would probably disapprove of what I am about to do, but he has angered me enough times that I no longer care. The truth would have come out on Danielle’s seventeenth birthday, which is now only six months away.

On the night of Danielle’s birth, your sister was also born. She passed away that night. Your father was devastated, and he hid the truth from me in order to help me recover. Later that evening, he found Danielle in a basket and a note from a father pleading that whoever should find his child should care of her. The only thing the man asked was that we raised her as our own and that on her seventeenth she be told the truth.

For five years, your father hid the truth from me. When he did tell me, I was greatly angered. Things were never the same between us again. All his life he has tried to raise Danielle to be exactly what a young lady should be so that when the truth came out she would still be held with respect in the eyes of the nobles.

You now know the truth. Danielle is not your sister. All I ask is that you do not tell another soul. Danielle shall know soon enough. Just let her enjoy what little time she has left living in blindness. I am sure that you will understand, and do as I wish.

Love,

Mom

Henry folded the letter, and tossed it into the fire in his room. He only read it once, and yet he knew ever line of it. For a long time, he had had a feeling that Danielle was not related to him, but now he did not know what to do. The truth shocked him.

He just let himself sink into a chair and look out the window at passer goers on the street. He sat in reflection. He had been gone from home for four months now. He had told Danielle in his first letter to her that he should be gone no more than three months. Being away from Danielle had made him realize how much she meant to him, and that thought scared him. So, he stayed away longer.

He had tried to fall in love with some English ladies, but it had failed miserably. It was now he realized why. No one could make themselves fall in love with someone; it was just something that happened naturally, something that had already happened for him.

Before now, he would not admit it to himself. He could not be in love with his sister because it just was not the way that things worked. Now, though he felt he could safely love her because she was not his sister at all. The thought sent chills up and down his spine. He wanted to write Danielle right away to tell her how he felt. He grabbed a piece of paper and was preparing it when he realized that he couldn’t. Danielle did not know the truth and would not know the truth for awhile.

That thought depressed him, but he would not let it ruin his excitement. His eye then fell on another letter that had came in the mail. He opened it up. It was from Charles and was dated some two months ago. The letter must have been lost in the mail.

Henry

I am not one who tends to write, but I could not resist writing to you. I am in such a joyful mood. Since your departure, I have continued to visit your sister. We have been getting on perfectly. You have long known of my affection for her, but till now I doubted that she felt the same for me. With each passing day, I grow more confident. Soon, I plan to ask her to be mine. I have no doubt of what her answer will be…

The letter continued on in such a way, and Henry wanted to throw it into the fire with each line he read. When he did finish reading it, that was the very thing he did. The letter had filled him with such rage that he had to take a stroll in order to clear his mind.

On the walk, he ran into an old friend of his whom had just came from France. “Your Highness, I have just heard the most joyful news. The Marquis de Limoges is engaged. Is that not joyful news?”

Henry did not answer. He just kept on walking. This was the very last thing he wanted to hear right now. He went back to the inn. He informed his guards that they would be leaving with in the hour. He hoped to be back home in three days. It was normally a five-day journey, but he would not sleep until he was home.

He was able to accomplish this feat. When he arrived home, it was late in the evening, and he did not want to bother anyone. He decided to sneak in through the same secret way that Auguste had came through when he dropped off his child. On the other side of the garden, he saw two figures talking. His eyes watched them. He then watched as they kissed. Just at that moment the moon came out from behind a cloud and revealed the man to be Charles.

EA A Father’s Choice Part 9

Part 9

For the next few weeks, Charles would come ever few days. He would first spend a few minutes with Henry, but would quickly go off in search of his sister. He would usually find her in either the library, or siting in the garden. They would spend an hour or so together, and he would then return to Henry.

Danielle soon found comfort in the regularity of things. Every few days she would have a visit from one of her two close friends. Both visits she would enjoy greatly, but they could not fill up all of her time. Her mother would take walks with her, but during the walks her mother was constantly encouraging her to try and find a husband. Finally, she grew sick of these conversations and stopped taking as many walks.

On her brother’s recommendation, she started to spend more time visiting with the courtiers. At first, she only went to please her brother, but slowly she started enjoying having chats with them. If she had known that the recommendation was really her father’s and not her brother’s, she would have probably never allowed herself to enjoy them. She quickly developed the talent of distinguishing between the good apples and the bad. Occasionally, she would misjudge, but not often.

One day, she went on a solitary walk in the hedges. She overheard people talking on the other side of the hedge. She did her best to not pay attention, but when she heard her own name being spoken she found it hard not to listen. The lady was talking to a gentleman. “Yes, it appears the Princess shall be married by the end of the year to that Marquis. He sure knew how to play his cards right by becoming friends with the Prince first.”

The gentlemen replied, “Yes, I only wish I would have planned thing out as well as he did. Then it would be me who was having private meetings with the Princess. Nevertheless, part of me is relieved that I did not end up with her. From what I hear, she is very strong minded and stubborn. She would not have made for a good wife.”

Danielle could not bear what she was hearing, and yet she would not let herself stop listening. The women spoke again, “Yes, I went to school with her. I was nothing but civil to her, and yet she would have nothing to do with me. I think her parents have spoilt her too much for her own good. Her brother, though, is quite agreeable. When he picked his sister up, we had quiet an agreeable chat. Since then, I have seen him a number of times, and we have had quite a few little chats. I would not be surprised if soon he asked me for my hand.”

Danielle recognized that voice. She listened another minute to try and realize where she recognized that voice from. The girl continued, “I have half a mind to make the Marquis fall in love with me. It would serve two purposes. One, it would bring up jealousy in the Prince, and would make him realize how much he needs me. Two, it would allow me to get some revenge on the horrible Princess.” Danielle needn’t listen any more she knew the voice was that of her worst enemy, Marguerite.

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Henry had been spending a lot of time with his sister lately. He felt that he needed to make up lost time from when she was away at school, but today he had news that would disappoint her. They were siting in Henry’s sitting room. He was teaching her about some new writings that were just published. Soon, the lesson was over and a few minutes of silence followed. Finally, Henry sat down next to Danielle. “I am going to be leaving for awhile on business.”

Immediately Danielle reacted, “I thought you had had a talk with father about this. I thought that he was going to no longer make you go on so many trips.”

“And I have not been going on so many trips. I still can not go on no trips at all. It is expected that I am present for certain occasions. When I am older, I can more easily refuse, but right now it is necessary that I attend. Besides, I am sure you are getting sick of your old brother.”

A few days later, Henry left for England. One of the Princes was getting married and a representative of France was required to be there. Henry had promised his father that he would go long before Danielle had came home, and he felt that he should keep his word. While he was in England, he would have to stay a few weeks with a number of different officials. The whole trip would take him roughly three months.

Danielle was not aware of the length of the trip until later. She was a bit upset that her brother had not trusted to tell her the truth, but she would get over it. Once he was gone, things started to change for Danielle. Charles would come to see her more often and his visits were starting to increase in length.

To Danielle, this was merely a friendly gesture. He knew that her brother was gone and that she must be lonely. The gossip she had overheard in the garden she took for just that. Besides, what kind of trusty source was Marguerite?

Whenever Charles would come, she was eager to please. They would spend their time riding, and in the garden, but Danielle’s favorite place was in the library. She found that Charles was just as filled with information as Henry was. She greatly enjoyed draining all the information from him that was humanly possible.

Two months went by in this fashion. Charles was enjoying ever smile that she would cast his way while she was enjoying her new friend. Each thought of the other differently, and both assumed that the other thought the same day they did. This illusion could only be kept so long.

One gorgeous day, things changed. They were sitting peacefully drinking their tea. Danielle was in the middle of one of her speeches when Charles looked up at her with a wide smile across his face. Danielle stopped mid-sentence. “What is it?”

A slight blush came to his face, “I was just thinking. That’s all.” There was a little twinkle in his eye.

“I am almost afraid to ask what you were thinking since it did bring a blush to your face, but I am never one to keep quiet.” Charles did not answer; he just merely smiled back at her. In a questioning tone, Danielle spoke again, “What is it?”

He cleared his throat, “Danielle, there is something I must tell you. I can no longer hide it from you. You mean the world to me, and can not picture my life with out you. I know you are still young, but my heart can not wait any longer to hear the answer to a question that has been on my mind many weeks now. Danielle I would be most honored if you would become my wife.”

Danielle did not know what to say. She just simply stared at him for a moment. Her thoughts were racing at the speed of light. Charles spoke again, “I understand if you are too overcome with joy to answer me. Your silence tells me the truth that your mouth can not speak.” He tries to embrace Danielle.

She breaks away from him and backs away slowly, “No you do not understand. There has been a misunderstanding.” Charles just stared back at her. “You have been nothing but a good friend to me, but I am sorry to state that I do not share you affection. I wish I could make you happy, but you deserve better than me.”

Softly Charles speaks as he sinks into his chair, “There is nothing better than you.”

Danielle shakes her head, “You are so lost in your own feelings that you do not see what is right in front of you. I have many faults. I am horrible at being ‘proper’, I am as wild as a young boy, I do not take authority well, in fact I do not take any instruction well. I prefer to do things my own way. I would make many costly mistakes. I am not fit to be anybody’s wife, let alone yours.” Danielle was surprised by her own words, but she had no time to think about them now. “I must be going. Good day.”

She quickly fled from the garden and to her room. There she watched Charles in the garden until he left a good twenty minutes later. Once she saw him ride away, she broke down in tears. Little did she know that her father was at her door wishing to enter in to comfort her, and yet not daring to do so.

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To Have and To Hold, Chaps 16 – 18 (repost of 16)

Chapter 16

Colette stood at the window unable to sleep. She turned back to look at her husband. He lay in the large guestroom bed, snoring lightly. Sometimes, he kept her up, but tonight that wasn’t the case.

She turned back to the window and focused on their little tiny spot where they were supposed to build their even smaller manor. She shook her head. Why did she even listen to him? Better yet, why did she even marry him?

Well, she would put a stop to this marriage quickly. All she wanted from that mud pit was what she buried underneath the ground right after Nicole’s death.

Those things belonged to her, not Auguste. Well, everything but the portrait. That was Auguste’s, but it wasn’t the portrait she was after. It was what was in the back of it that she wanted. Colette had placed some of Auguste’s ten gold coins spread out over the back of the portrait. She had placed them there after Auguste put the painting in the root cellar. Auguste had been saving them for Danielle. Well she was just as entitled to the inheritance as Danielle was. It belonged to her, not Nicole. They were to be married, she thought trying not to cry.

The minute that she brought him to see Nicole, that was minute that ended their friendship. It was love at first sight. Nicole and Auguste ran off and married, never giving a second thought to her feelings.

And so she thought she finally had her chance when Nicole died in childbirth. What goes around comes around, she thought and waited for Auguste to confide in her as he had always done before his marriage.

But he never came. So she had found peace with his brother, Antoine. He was engaged to be married and Nicole’s sister, Dominique and the affair was over before it began. She did marry eventually, a loveless marriage to one Count Emil du Lac, an elderly man twice her age. The marriage produced a son, Jean Claude du Lac.

She ran into Antoine last year in Paris. Her late husband left her wealthy, but she lost it all in bad investments and gambling. Antoine had remembered her and confided in her that she had passed away the same way Nicole had, in childbirth.

That marriage produced a daughter, Monique, who was growing every day to look like her cousin, Danielle.

He needed a mother for her daughter and she needed money and father for her son and so they agreed to marry under those conditions. And besides, Antoine told her, he loved her, had always loved her.

Well, what did that lovesick fool know? He wanted to patch things up and become friends with Auguste again, but she couldn’t do it. She had gone through too much pain and suffering at his hands. Tomorrow night she would rip open the painting and by morning she would be long gone and Antoine would have to fend for himself.

And his brother Antoine always willing to put the past behind him.

Well, she wasn’t about to. She was going to get whatever belonged to her. She would pay him back for the way he treated her.

Chapter 17

It was a little past midnight when Danielle and Gustave left the manor. It was easier to sneak out when everyone else was asleep.

“We’ve got to get to the castle,” Danielle kept repeating as she picked Gustave up from the spot where he fell.

“How do you know that Henry is awake?” Gustave asked. “How do you know you’ll even get in the castle to see him.”

Danielle smiled. “I’ve done this before, Gustave. Stop worrying so much.”

They didn’t have to run very far. Henry was standing by the mud hole with his cousin Francois and his best friend, fourteen year old Laurent. They had just finished hauling up the last of the mud hole treasures.

“It looks like a painting,” Danielle said as she walked over to where it lay on the ground.

Henry looked up and smiled. “Danielle, what are you doing here?”

Danielle looked at him. “I wanted to see you, Henry. I wanted to tell you something.”

They both looked at each other not saying anything until Laurent interuppted. “Henry, what do with this painting?”

“Well,” Gustave said, “I can take it to my studio. We can clean it up there.”

“How will we get it there?” Francois asked.

“Get on the back of my horse, Gustave,” Laurent said, “hold the painting and tell me how to get there.”

Francois jumped on his horse and Danielle climbed on the back of Henry’s horse. They rode off into the early morning toward Gustave’s studio.

About an hour later, when the bells in the tower of St. Etienne’s tolled one, Colette walked over to the window and looked out at the spot where they were to build their manor.

Chapter 18

They brought the painting into the studio, into the room in back where Gustave kept most of the ones that he was working on. The bells chimed three when the Henry finally brought Danielle back to the manor. Henry jumped first, then Danielle.

“Well,” he said, “we’re here.”

“I don’t want to go in just yet,” Danielle said.

“You know,” Henry said, smiling. “This is the latest any of us have stayed out.”

Danielle looked at him. “That’s true. Laurent brought Gustave back hours ago and we have to wake up in a few hours.”

Henry nodded. “Yes, you’re right. Our tutors will be arriving.” He looked at her. “You are sure no one saw you leave the manor?”

“Yes, everyone was asleep when I walked out with Gustave. What about you?”

Henry smiled. “We left early, the three of us, when the bells chimed nine.” He shrugged. “My curiosity got the best of me. I couldn’t stand it anymore, Danielle. We finally finished the minute you showed up. I wonder what the painting is.”

“We’ll find out soon enough,” Danielle said, “Gustave will begin work on it tomorrow morning.”

“This morning, you mean,” Henry laughed. “Listen, I want you to do something for me.” He pulled out something from his pocket. “Take this, Danielle. It belonged to my grandmother.” He reached out and put it into her open palm. It was a beautiful brooch in the shape of a butterfly. “It was her favorite. Keep it safe for me always.”

Danielle looked down at it in wonder. “It’s beautiful,” she smiled, “look how it gleams and sparkles.” She looked up at him. “I’ll wear it tomorrow when we see each other. And, yes, I will keep it safe.”

Henry smiled. He couldn’t understand why he felt so happy. He kissed her on the cheek again. “Listen, we’d better get going. We are out really late. My father when and if he finds out…”

“Go,” Danielle said, “I will see you tomorrow.”

“Good night, Danielle.” Henry called out.

“Good night, Henry,” she answered. She turned and walked towards the entrance.

Henry watched her as if he were in a trance. As soon as the door shut behind her, he climbed up on his horse and made for the castle.

[ Edited by susan on 2002/6/5 2:53:04 ]

To Have and to Hold Chapter 16

Chapter 16

Colette stood at the window unable to sleep. She turned back to look at her husband. He lay in the large guestroom bed, snoring lightly. Sometimes, he kept her up, but tonight that wasn’t the case.

She turned back to the window and focused on their little tiny spot where they were supposed to build their even smaller manor. She shook her head. Why did she even listen to him? Better yet, why did she even marry him?

Well, she would put a stop to this marriage quickly. All she wanted from that mud pit was what she buried underneath the ground right after Nicole’s death.

Those things belonged to her, not Auguste. Well, everything but the portrait. That was Auguste’s, but it wasn’t the portrait she was after. It was what was in the back of it that she wanted. Colette had placed some of Auguste’s ten gold coins at various places by. She had placed them in the portrait so that Auguste wouldn’t find out that they were stolen. Yes, stolen from Auguste. She was entitled to half the inheritance. It was hers, not Nicole’s. They were to be married, she thought trying not to cry.

The minute that she brought him to see Nicole, that was minute that ended their friendship. It was love at first sight. Nicole and Auguste ran off and married, never giving a second thought to her feelings.

And so she thought she finally had her chance when Nicole died in childbirth. What goes around comes around, she thought and waited for Auguste to confide in her as he had always done before his marriage.

But he never came. So she had found peace with his brother, Antoine. He was engaged to be married and Nicole’s sister, Dominique and the affair was over before it began. She did marry eventually, a loveless marriage to one Count Emil du Lac, an elderly man twice her age. The marriage produced a son, Jean Claude du Lac.

She ran into Antoine last year in Paris. Her late husband left her wealthy, but she lost it all in bad investments and gambling. Antoine had remembered her and confided in her that she had passed away the same way Nicole had, in childbirth.

That marriage produced a daughter, Monique, who was growing every day to look like her cousin, Danielle.

He needed a mother for her daughter and she needed money and father for her son and so they agreed to marry under those conditions. And besides, Antoine told her, he loved her, had always loved her.

Well, what did that lovesick fool know? He wanted to patch things up and become friends with Auguste again, but she couldn’t do it. She had gone through too much pain and suffering at his hands. Tomorrow night she would rip open the painting and by morning she would be long gone and Antoine would have to fend for himself.

And his brother Antoine always willing to put the past behind him.

Well, she wasn’t about to. She was going to get whatever belonged to her. She would pay him back for the way he treated her.

EA A Father’s Choice Part 8

Part 8

When they returned to the palace, Jacqueline was still there visiting with Marie. Charles escorted her to her mother’s study. The moment Danielle walked through the room on the arm on Charles a blush formed on her cheeks. She didn’t quiet understand why she was blushing, but she blushed nevertheless. Charles left her in their care and then went to find Henry.

As Danielle took a seat, both her mother and Jacqueline gave her a curious look. “If you two wish to ask me something, I suggest you do it because I may occasionally be able to read minds but not today.”

Jacqueline spoke up first. “The Marquis seems to be a nice enough gentleman. And, if I am not mistaken, he seems to have taken quiet a liking to you. Although, I do not see how he could not take a liking to you since it seems that ever man in the kingdom has, we are just curious about it. For none of the other men have done anything but admire you from afar.”

“If you asking me if I have a particular liking for the Marquis, then I am sorry to disappoint. I have no attention of falling for any gentlemen in the kingdom for at least a year. I am young and have yet to learn whom I am before I try to figure out someone else. He is a friend and nothing more, so push whatever idea you have out of you head.”

Marie speaks up, “He is handsome. You will at least give him that.” She then pauses to think for a moment. In her mind, the quicker Danielle found a suitor the better. For she was afraid that once every found out that she was not of royal blood they might shun her. “There is no crime, my child, in settling down early. In fact, many people think it is better that way.”

“Mother, I appreciate the concern for my future, but I believe that I should follow my own heart. You are the one who is always arguing with father about how everyone should be allowed to marry whoever he or she wants to marry. So why are you trying to rush me into getting married?”

Marie went silent. Danielle had caught her there. For a moment, Marie was tempted to tell Danielle the whole truth of her past, but she knew she could not. For the next year, she knew that she would be haunted by the truth but no mater what she must hide it from her precious child as long as it was possible. Marie finally answers, “There is no rush. I just thought that he would make you a good husband. He is close to your brother, and I feel that he could be trusted. He is not the type of man who would marry you just because of who you are.”

“If that is all you two have to say on the matter, I would much rather we drop it.” The women agreed to drop it even though that was not all they had to say on the subject. After their very brief conversation about the Marquis, Danielle found herself in a quandary as to her feelings. If they had not said anything, she would have gone on thinking of him like a friend, but now they had put new ideas in her head.

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Charles left Danielle in the care of her mother wearing a smile. Once they had reached the river, they tied up their horses and walked along the shore for a half an hour. They talked books, philosophy, and science. Subjects which he never thought he would ever be able to discuss with a female. He now knew that Henry was not lying when he said that his sister was much more than she appeared.

After their walk, they lead their horses on a leisurely trip back to the palace. He had hated to part with her, but he knew that he would see her again. Nothing could stop him from coming back to see her. He found himself completely infatuated with her.

Once he had seen her safely into her mother’s care, he went in search of his friend. He found him in the library browsing the shelves. “Henry, I do not know whether I should yell at you or hug you, so I shall do neither. Instead I shall merely ask you not to do it again.”

Henry acted as if he had not heard what he had just said and started to talk about a different subject. “Father really needs to restock the library. It seems as if I have read all the books in here that are worth reading. Perhaps next time you come you could loan me a few books.”

“Sure I would not mind doing that, but Henry did you hear what I just said?”

“Of course, you asked me not to set you up little meetings between you and my sister. If that is what you wish, then I shall mind my own business.” Henry pulled out a dusty book. He rubbed the dust off the book, and hoped to discover a book he had not read, but disappointedly he had to put it back. “By the way, how was your visit with her?” asked Henry indifferently.

“I will have to admit for the first time in my life that you were actually right about something. She is more than just a pretty girl. She is very knowledgeable about subjects that most women would never think to even learn. I think that I can safely say that that is your doing?” Henry gives an affirmative nod. Charles continues, “One thing that puzzle me is why does she have such a strong dislike for you father?”

Henry faces Charles for the first time since his friend had joined him in the library. “I am no completely sure of why she dislikes him so much, I do have trouble remembering a time when they actually got along. I think it started when she was five and Father made her learn how to be a ‘proper’ lady and refused to let her come to my lessons once a week. Little disagreements seemed to have always happened between them and they are never able to just drop them. Stubbornness seems to run in the family. When father told her that she was going to boarding school, they had a huge fight, and ever since then things have never been the same between them. To get the whole truth, you would have to ask Danielle.”

“I did ask her, and she just avoided the question.”

“I would not be surprised. Give her time to adjust to being home, and then try again; she may feel more open then. If you ever do find out, please do tell me because I too am a bit curious.”

Charles promised that he would. “Now then, I think we have talked enough about me. It is your turn to tell me something new. Is there any lass whom has caught your eye? I find it hard to believe that you are not interested in a single one of the courtiers. Some of them are not worth a second glance, but I am sure that at least a few are.”

“I hate to be the one to disappoint, but none of the courtiers have caught my eye. Whenever I look at them, I can not help but think of the planning that might have gone into each outfit that they wearing. Each one seems to try harder than the next to get my attention. Now I ask you, how can I find someone to love if I can never get passed the first impression they make on me.”

“Henry, your problem is that you do not try hard enough to find someone to love. All you do is judge everyone you see. I am sure I have seen you talk to at least a half a dozen different courtiers at the ball and none of their conversations seemed to pain you too much. What about Jacqueline? I think that she is someone who you could trust and like?”

Henry shakes his head, “She is a sister to me. In fact, she seems more like a sister to me than my own sister.” Henry pauses in a moment in reflection. “It is actually quite strange. The more I think about it the more I am decided that I do not think of Danielle as a sister at all. For some reason, she just does not seem to fit in this family. Perhaps it is because she really does not look like anyone in our family.”

“What are you trying to say, that you have doubts that she is really your sister?”

“Of course not, it is just a feeling I have. Today, when you were with Danielle, I was walking down the hall that leads to the throne room; it is covered with old family portraits. As I went from picture to picture, I realized that no one had anywhere near the same hair color that she has.”

“That means nothing. She could have got her hair from your mother’s side. None of their pictures are hung up in that hall.”

“I know that she could have easily inherited it from my mother’s side, but I was just using her hair as an example. In all reality, I am having trouble finding any resemblance between her and any of our relatives. I am probably just reading too much into it.”

simpsons, family guy or south park

which show do you like better simpsons, south park or family guy. i think that all of those shows have had their moments but the simpsons have outlasted all of them. once upon a time south park was a big hit and every one was watching it but now i don’t even remember what time it’s on. The family guy is a great show and there is no reason for it to be cancelled and i think that sux. but the simpsons is an all time great show and it’s hilarious.

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