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A/N: Hello…Is anyone there? Hello…Oh there you are, you haven't given up on me! Terribly sorry about the long wait. I really am sorry. I spent a very long month in California, mourning with the rest of my family for the greatest woman I have ever known, and then I went and got sick. I know, excuses, excuses. I am back, and writing like crazy. The next two chapters are finished (and being beta'd as we speak by the amazing Poison-Quills) so I should have more updates very soon!

I want to thank all of you for sticking with me on this story, and for all the reviews, alerts, favorites, and PM's I have received. It is amazing to say the least.

One last thanks to Poison-Quills, who is truly worth waiting for! Thank you my lovely beta!

No more waiting –

*fresh new lily*

Hermione smiled at the sight awaiting her on her front steps. George was very stylishly dressed in some of his favorite black pants that were tightly fitted to his lean frame paired with a white shirt that loudly proclaimed 'Ginger's Do It Better!' It was classic George really. Kingsley was dressed in a dark navy pinstriped suit that was obviously very well made and perfectly tailored to fit. Their hands were clasped firmly together and Hermione could only hope that the day would come that they could be so open about their relationship wherever they went.

"I would hug you but…" Hermione said as a way of greeting the two men on her doorstep.

George smiled at her and dramatically looked her over from head to toe. "But you have decided to start your life over as a garden gnome?" he asked her, wrinkling his nose at all the dirt she was covered in.

Kingsley smiled and chuckled deeply at his lover and his friend. "Don't mind him, Hermione. He's just upset I wouldn't let him bring anything from the shop to taunt Severus with. Is he here?" Kingsley inquired as Hermione stepped back to invite them in.

Hermione rolled her eyes at George, both at his comment and at the notion that he would attempt to play pranks on Severus. "Severus had to work, but he should be here anytime for lunch. I'm not really sure what's keeping him. He was going to be bringing lunch. Perhaps he got held up when he went to pick something up. Then again I got so carried away working in the garden; it is entirely possible he has done the same thing at work. Merlin knows he can forget all about the outside world when he is ensconced in his lab," she told them. She led them into the living room and gestured for them to sit down. "Why don't you make yourselves at home while I run up and shower quickly. George, love, there are chocolate biscuits in the cupboard if you would like to help yourself, and there's everything you could need for tea as well if you wanted to make yourself useful. Or you could wait for me to make it, but you never like it when I do. I'll be right back down," she babbled at them, feeling like a terrible hostess already.

"Oh, the service in this place is terrible 'Mione." George gingerly touched his fingers to his collar bone, doing his best poor me put upon act.

Kingsley shook his head and smacked George's arm lightly. "Be nice George. Go, take a bath and relax love. We will be just fine by ourselves for the time being. Think nothing of it," he told her, smiling kindly at her.

Hermione laughed a little at his words. "Thanks Kings. And as you well know I never take George too seriously. At least, not when he is working so hard at being a pest," she amended, knowing full well that George had his moments when he could be very serious and wonderful to talk to. He just happened to love life and laughter, and she had not been able to find fault with that nearly as much after the war had ended as she had when she had been a Prefect and his antics often made her job incredibly difficult. "And while a bath does sound lovely, I really do want to visit with the both of you while I have the chance, so it you don't mind, I'll just run upstairs. Be back in a jiff boys," she hollered as she was making her way toward the stairs and a shower she desperately needed.

Hermione laughed as she stepped into the shower and under the hot stream of water. If someone had told her back in her fifth year when George was working diligently with Fred, in what seemed to be an endless campaign to drive her absolutely bonkers, that he and his lover (who happened to be Kingsley Shaklebolt – future Minister for Magic) would become more like brothers to her than even Harry had been she likely would have questioned their sanity, or wondered what she would have done to deserve George as a best friend. Now she wasn't sure what she would do without the two of them. She had thoroughly missed her time spent with the two, laughing and talking over dinner at Kingsley's lovely little cottage. It seemed like a lifetime had passed since they had gotten together in a setting where they could talk freely. She hadn't even realized how much watching the two of them together like that had made her jealous. They loved each other so completely and seemed to fit together like two puzzle pieces, each having the little bit in themselves that the other was missing. George brought a light to Kingsley's eyes and a depth to his laughter that wasn't there otherwise. Whereas Kingsley had been the strength and quiet support that George needed for so long. She hoped that everyone else would see the same when they were finally open about their relationship, at least with those they both loved. She hoped that she could have the same. After years in such a privately painful relationship she found that all she wanted was to be in love and not have to hide it. She hoped it was possible for her.

Hermione worked the conditioning potion into her hair, thankful again for having Severus in her life. Muggle conditioners simply couldn't compete with his well-made potion. As her fingers tangled in her hair and massaged her scalp she began to wonder what was holding Severus up. He was always punctual, unless of course he was trying to make a dramatic entrance. She hardly thought that would be the case and honestly assumed he would have been there before George and Kingsley, if only for no other reason than to assert his new role in her life. He was not another guest in her home. He for all intents and purposes was living there with her. Wasn't he? It was now a question she couldn't get out of her mind. She didn't notice the minutes tick by as she continued to work the potion through her hair, enjoying the light tingling on her scalp. She just kept fretting over the definitions of her relationship with Severus. He certainly cared a great deal for her. That was certainly evident that morning when she had yelled at him for being too nice. He cared for her. He wanted to be there. What she didn't know was if it was permanent in his mind. Would he stay there in that house indefinitely? Did she want him to?

Hermione continued to mull it over in her brain even as she began to hasten her shower, remembering the two men sitting downstairs. Things in her life had changed so abruptly that it was at times hard to understand just what was real anymore. At that moment she knew she didn't have all the answers. Hermione realized though, that having all the answers hadn't really helped in the past every time. She still married Ron, or thought she did, she still lost herself in his madness and abuse, and she still fell in love with Severus Snape.

Love? Is that what it is? She wondered, as she let the water cascade down her body in warm streams, rinsing the rest of the soap and finishing her shower, a few minutes later than she had planned. She never answered her own question as she stepped out of the shower and wrapped herself in a large soft towel.

It had taken her longer to get dressed than she would have liked, but there wasn't much left in her closet that would fit her body now. She was much more curvy than she had been at the end of sixth year. Which was really the last time she had purchased anything new that was in that house. She needed to go shopping she decided as she slipped into pair of jeans that had once been quite comfortable and loosely fit but now hugged her curves tightly. She was glad that the style had been a bit lower cut because otherwise she was certain she never would have gotten the button to close over what was left of her pregnant belly. After rifling through looking for a nice top to wear that would fit she finally gave in and settled ON wearing another camisole deciding in the end that it was better to be comfortable than dressed nicely. The stretchy material of the deep marigold camisole covered her fairly well, although it tended to show a little skin around her hips when she moved. She hardly thought that the men downstairs would care if she wasn't as smartly dressed as they were. Feeling the need for at least a little glamour she grabbed an old pair of cork wedges with gold braided straps that she used to wear with her sundresses when she needed to dress them up a bit more. All in all she figured she was at the very least more presentable than she had been when she opened the door earlier, covered in grime from the garden.

When Hermione finally made it back down the stairs a few minutes later she was mildly surprised to see that it was still just her, Kingsley, and George there. She had hoped Severus would have made it by now. Hermione walked into the living room where George and Kingsley were seated on the couch, rather close together, and plopped herself in between them. She had been completely oblivious to the looks on both men's faces as she had entered the room, her mind fully on wondering where Severus was.

"Bear, I do think it is a very good thing we are so much in love in poor Snape might just have a conniption to see little 'Mione here looking like that sandwiched between two such good looking men," George joked with an exaggerated wiggle of his eyebrows at the small witch who was practically sitting on his lap. "Especially when he looks so… Although a Snape conniption fit, that may be a sight worth seeing. Then again, one may never recover from it. He is mighty scary love."

Hermione looked to George with confusion and mild annoyance written all over her face. "What on earth are you talking about George?" she asked getting frustrated more by the second. Her pants were hardly even comfortable and too tight and the top was stretched to its limit. The weave of the camisole's fabric was so thin over her chest that in the light the deep chestnut lace of her bra could be made out and it was driving her nutters. She didn't even want to think about the soft pudgy bit of flesh that was peeking out about her hips.

Kingsley could see her criticizing herself in her mind and laughed whole heartedly. "Hermione, I think what George is attempting to say is that you look rather good in that. I don't think I have ever seen you looking quite so…" Kingsley trailed off searching for the right word.

George was eager to help. "Delectable, sexy, shaggable…You look like a right little minx in that love," George exclaimed to a bewildered Hermione.

Hermione punched him swiftly on the arm, "I do not George Weasley. None of this stuff even fits well and I still look like I could be four or five months along. What would you know anyhow?" she huffed as she removed herself from the space between them and went to the tea tray they had set out on the coffee table while she was in the shower.

George let out a long wolf whistle at the sight of Hermione's posterior as she bent over to fix herself a small cup of tea. "Oh shush you. You have completely lost your marbles George Weasley. I swear. However do you put up with this Kingsley? He drives me mad," she exclaimed as she took a seat in one the arm chairs and settled in with her tea.

Kingsley smiled warmly at Hermione and then at George. He knew George was still blaming himself for what had happened to Hermione right under his nose. He had been afraid that George would let it affect his relationship with her and was happy to see that for the most part things were returning to normal for their little pseudo-family. That was what they were the three of them. Hermione had been there for George and Kingsley since fairly early on in their relationship, always supportive and loving and had very much become a little sister to them both. He knew that George's bond with Hermione was strong, and honestly they were closer than George was with Ginny even. He himself looked to Hermione as family and couldn't feel more blessed. They were an odd trio, and it was perfect. Although now his adoptive sister was romantically involved with an old friend, it could be very interesting indeed. "What can I say, he makes me happy Hermione. I could easily ask the same of you, you know. That was quite a display the two of you made yesterday. I do not believe I have ever seen Severus so very demonstrative, and he was very demonstrative. I do think, my dear, that you are a good influence on my old friend," he told her, laughter evident in the jovial tone of his deep voice.

"He has a point there 'Mione. And you say I lost my marbles! Snogging Snape on Mum's couch, tsk tsk. I knew you were a naughty little vixen. Perhaps you were possessed by an evil temptress with seductive powers who had her eye set on a dark bad boy Potions Master. Because my dear, darling, demure little 'Mione would not wear such sexy clothes, not to mention necking dear Sevvy where anyone could walk in and get an eyeful," George teased.

Hermione looked completely scandalized. "We were not necking! Severus just likes to distract me from everything with kisses. I do think he has earned that right, don't you?" she asked, starting to laugh along with the boys. "Can we please change the subject away from your delusions about my seductive qualities? So have you decided what to do at dinner this Sunday? Are you finally going to let them all know about the two of you, it is about time isn't it?" she asked, changing the topic to more serious matters.

George took a deep breath and slowly released it as Kingsley rubbed his thigh reassuringly. "We talked, and you're right. We'll be going. Together. Kingsley got me through Fred's death, he helped me find myself again and become more than a shell of a twin and really come into my own. If they can't accept the two of us together then they can bugger themselves. Not that I really see that happening. I think they might love Kings here more than me," he pouted. Hermione beamed at him, happy that he had finally come to see sense, at least where Kingsley was concerned.

"Well that's wonderful news. And I'll be there, so at least you know that someone will be on your side. Though I really think that the only problem anyone will have is that you didn't tell them sooner."

Hermione was about to expound on Molly's desire to have her family in the Minister's office. She had been pushing Harry to prepare a campaign for the time Kingsley stepped down since before the war. When she heard the unmistakable crack of Apperation sounding in the yard she jumped up. "Oh, that's Severus. I wonder what's taken him so long?" she asked rhetorically as the door leading into the kitchen was kicked shut by the Wizard in question. "Severus?" Hermione called out worriedly as she made her way to the kitchen, leaving George and Kingsley to amuse themselves again.

Severus was pulling containers out of a large paper bag and setting them down on the counters while muttering quite loudly to himself. "…infuriating...impossible…meddlesome old bat…just because she's happy as the crazy old cat lady…"

Hermione attempted to stifle a giggle behind her hand. "Crazy old cat lady, Severus? You do know that George and Kingsley are here don't you?" she asked, now thoroughly intrigued by whatever had him running so late, or whomever as it were.

Severus sighed and turned back to face Hermione. He ran a hand through his silky black locks and leaned in to capture her lips in a short soft kiss. Instantly some of the tension drained from his body as she stepped closer and pressed her body to his, enjoying his kiss however brief it was. "Minerva paid me a visit today. It is why I am so late. I'm sorry. That woman is just so…"

"Infuriating, impossible, meddlesome? A crazy old cat lady? Yes I know, I heard as much. Why don't we all sit down and eat and you can tell us all about your run in with Minerva? I'm sure the boys will find it incredibly amusing," Hermione suggested as she set about gathering plates and cutlery.

Severus shook his head at her. "You do realize that you and Molly Weasley are likely the only two people who can get away with calling Kingsley a boy. Why don't you go get them and I will work on setting the table," he told her, leaning down for another quick kiss before she turned and headed to retrieve their lunch guests.

Before Hermione managed to reach the door she heard a strangled cough coming from Severus and turned to see him leering at her lasciviously. Oh honestly! What is with these men? You would think that they had never seen a pair of jeans before. She thought, throwing her hands in air in frustration before settling them on her hips. "Oh Merlin, not you too!"

Severus moved quickly and pulled her into his arms, raking his eyes over her form as he went. Severus pulled Hermione in for a deep kiss before nipping lightly at her earlobe. "I was too distracted before to fully appreciate your many attributes and how nicely you are presenting them today. I was most remiss, you look quite good. Terrific even," he whispered in her ear, his deep sultry voice, causing her knees to buckle. Severus wrapped an arm around her and breathed in her clean citrusy scent before righting her and stepping back. "Go, you have lunch guests," he told her.

Hermione smiled at Severus. She wasn't sure she would ever understand the effect he had on her, but a kiss and a few whispered words and she was weak in the knees. That was something only he had ever accomplished with her. "Our guests Severus, not just mine," she informed him, completely ignoring his derisive snort as she sauntered out of the kitchen to fetch George and Kingsley.

Hermione walked back into the living room with a large grin plastered on her face. "And am I to assume by that silly little smile of yours that we are safe to enter the kitchen and not be bitten by the bat?" George asked, ducking when Hermione reached out to smack him.

"Be nice George. Apparently Minerva paid him a visit today. I can only guess what she had to say to him. It's why he is so late. But he's here now, and I'm starving so let's eat," she informed them.

George made his best innocent puppy dog face and Kingsley just laughed. It was sure to be an interesting lunch. Both of them suddenly felt sorry for Severus for having to deal with Minerva's intervening, no one wanted to deal with that.

When the three friends walked into the kitchen Severus had shed layers and was simply dressed in a crisp white button-down and very dark denims that Hermione wanted to drool over. George nearly dropped the tray of tea he had brought with him at the sight. Severus was bent over pushing things around in the fridge searching for something and not one of the three were able to avoid ogling the sight of his firm arse.

Kingsley seemed to be the first to come to his senses and coughed a little before addressing Severus. "So Severus, I hear that Minnie stopped in to chat today. What a lovely surprise. Is she satisfied that you aren't simply interested in Hermione for potions ingredients or was she begging you to take your old post back? Now that Hermione has managed to domesticate you enough that there won't be a horde of first years wetting themselves every time the Great Bat swoops by, that is."

Severus whipped around and narrowed his eyes at Kingsley, a bottle of soy sauce in his hand, having apparently found what it was he was looking for. "I am not a dog Shaklebolt. I am not in need of domestication. You may have needed to train your…" he waved a hand at George and sneered, "…boy toy, but I assure you I was in no need of such refinement."

Instead of taking offence George burst out laughing. "Boy toy, I like it. Can we put that in the press release? 'Minister Shacklebolt announces George Weasley to be his boy toy.' I'm sure Beetle Skeeter would love to run an exclusive on how I was house broken. Genius. Why didn't I think of that?" he asked, sitting down with a mischievous grin on his face, imaging the ludicrous tales that they could spin about their love affair if it wouldn't ruin Kingsley's career. Sometimes George just couldn't have fun.

Hermione bit her lip to keep from giggling at George as Kingsley and Severus both shook their heads. "You were going to tell us what Minerva wanted to see you about weren't you Severus? Of course that was before these two decided to speak," Hermione asked, bringing the conversation back around as she started to dish Orange Chicken onto her plate.

Severus took his seat and started serving himself as well. "Yes. Unfortunately Kingsley wasn't all that far off. It would seem that in Minerva's esteemed opinion, I am not a suitable choice for such a young woman, especially not for the 'Princess of Gryffindor'," Hermione rolled her eyes at the moniker. She had always hated that stupid name. "I am apparently a lecherous old creep. She asked me of my intentions, not that I was surprised by that. However when she asked if I was certain that neither of us had ingested anything that we shouldn't have I nearly hexed her," he said seriously.

George sat up straight and with as much authority as he could muster faced his old Potions Master. "And just what are your intentions? As the older brother here, I have the right to ask you know."

Severus just glared at him.

"You know Severus, I must admit, I have wondered the same thing. We have known each other quite some time and I have never seen you this comfortable with anyone. It is quite the shock. And you never seemed particularly fond of Hermione when she was your student," Kingsley added, taking his 'big brother' liberties as well.

Hermione just kept chewing her lip, watching the scene play out between the three most important men in her life. She had to admit she was curious as to how Severus would respond.

Severus let out a huff of air and looked to Hermione. His Hermione. "As I told Minerva, while it is none of your business I can assure you that my intentions are mostly honorable," he started, and as the word mostly was spoken his eyes seemed to linger on her ample chest. "I care for her. I have now for some time, as I believe she cares for me. I want her to be happy. If I make her thus, than that is simply beneficial to myself isn't it? As for not being fond of her when she was a student…I can admit now that I recognized her brain then. It was hard not to. What, with her waiving her hand around constantly spouting off her knowledge. But it was not her in particular I disliked. It was her house, as a rival to my own, and it was most importantly her friends. Some things don't change," he said, smirking at George who scoffed at the remark. "As a woman, which she is now in case you have failed to notice while you were busy staring at my derrière," he said, smirking at the incredulous wide eyes of both men at the table and the giggles escaping from Hermione. "She is a woman. She is intelligent beyond her years and more beautiful than she knows. She is kind and forgiving and courageous. I would be a fool to let her slip away because she was 'The Princess of Gryffindor'."

By the time he finished his little rant, with a look on his face that clearly said he thought her positive attributes should be more than obvious, Hermione was blushing furiously. Deciding to try and ignore all the compliments being bestowed upon her when she truly wasn't used to such heartfelt words being spoken about her, she decided to take the conversation back to Minerva's visit. She could only assume that a disparagement of his character and inquisition into his intentions was only the tip of the iceberg. "So what else did dear Minerva have to say Severus? I can hardly assume she let you off that easy."

Severus rolled his eyes. Minerva certainly had not let him off that easily. "Oh yes. well she satisfied herself for the moment that I wasn't planning to drag you off to my dungeons and keep you as a slave, scrubbing cauldrons, and seeing to my…baser needs. She then decided to inform me further of reasons I was unsuited to 'court a young woman' especially one that has no business being courted in the first place. She is quite scandalized that you would even consider courtship, seeing as you are no longer a chaste woman and it is simply improper," he told them, his disdain for Minerva's opinion more than evident in the sneer on his face.

George laughed so hard that his juice came dribbling out his nose. "Oh Merlin's bloody balls! That's freaking hilarious. The idea of Snape courting…Can't you just see him dressed in his Sunday finest with flowers and chocolates spouting poetry? 'H is for hellebore – E is for elixir – R is for runespoor eggs – M is for monkshood – I is for ingredients – O is for oil rubbed cauldrons - N is for nettles – E is for Erumpent parts. Hermione, as beautiful as potions simmering lightly in my caldron…'" Georges laughter was soon joined by everyone else's, even Severus snorted merrily at the thought.

"Obviously, Mr. Weasley, I am not the type of Wizard to wax poetic. It was one of the points Minerva seemed to have against me. Though I must say your ability to rattle off potions ingredients and the like so rapidly is quite impressive, I may have perhaps underestimated you," Severus said, quirking an eyebrow at Hermione's obvious glee that they were all getting along so well.

George puffed his chest out haughtily. "Yes well, I have always had an affinity for potions; I just didn't always bother with the ones I was supposed to be focused on. Some people just can't recognize genius when they see it."

While everyone was busy shaking their heads at George's ego Hermione was suddenly stricken by a delayed reaction to something Severus said. "What bloody business is it of hers who I am courted by, who I speak to, who I date, who I snog, or who I shag? I wasn't even technically married for Merlin's sake!" she screamed, her emotions getting the best of her and carrying her sense out the window.

All eyes snapped to her and she bit her head and smiled a little sheepishly. "I mean, well…even if my marriage had been valid, she really has no right to imply that I am some…some hussy for being with Severus. I'm…I'm not a…a tra-a-amp." Hermione's words were marred by her sudden sniffles. Her hormones had been running her ragged with the emotional upswings and the sudden realization that her mentor thought that there was something scandalous in her relationship with Severus became more than she could bare.

"No love, no one thinks that of you. She just hasn't gotten shagged herself for far too many decades and is trying to recruit for the bitter old hags club she heads. Don't let it get to you," George told her, trying to make her Smile as Severus rose from his seat to move to her side.

Kingsley put his fingers to his temple, George's depiction of Minerva's sexual life, or lack thereof, while a bit crude wasn't all that far from reality. "Hermione love, what my dear George was trying to say is that none of us here think that of you. Or Severus for that matter. We can see how much you mean to each other. Not that I can understand why. She was right about one thing, my good friend or not, Severus is far too sour for the likes of you sweet."

Severus turned to pin Kingsley with a glare, one eyebrow raised in agitation.

"See love, very sour old man," Kingsley reiterated.

Severus barked out a laugh. "Too old? You are one to talk lecher. Just how will Molly react when she finds out you have corrupted her sweet little baby boy?" Severus taunted back. Turning back to Hermione, one hand rubbing small comforting circles on her back, he said "they are right darling. It is not only none of her bloody business in the first place but she couldn't be more wrong. It is more about me than you. We knew that not everyone would understand this. The people who truly know you know that you are anything but a tart."

"Thank you Severus. I'm sorry, I just…" Hermione started, still sniffling lightly.

"We know Hermione, it is all right. Though I think it is about time we wrap up this lunch. You're starting to leak darling." Severus told her, his eyes lingering on her chest which had two small dark spots marking the tips of her nipples where milk had started to leak, likely brought on by the onslaught of emotions.

Hermione followed his gaze and quickly buried her face in her hands. "Ohhh Gods…" she moaned, the words slightly muffled by her hands. "George, Kings. Loves. I am so terribly sorry. Severus is right. I hate to cut this short, but…"she gestured to the growing dark spots on her top. "See you both Sunday, yes?" she asked as she rose to hug each man in turn.

George and Kingsley both assured her that there was no problem with her having to tend to her needs and informed her that they thought she was wonderful for banking her milk the way she was. After a few minutes of goodbyes and promises of seeing each other, amidst what was sure to be an eventful dinner on Sunday, the two men left, leaving Hermione and Severus alone.

As soon as the door shut behind Kingsley and George, Severus took Hermione into his arms and held her close, breathing in the sweet smell of her freshly washed hair. "They are right you know. You are an amazing woman Hermione. I am more than grateful to whatever gods brought you to me. Don't fret over Minerva, I will deal with her. She is just a bitter, overworked, old woman. Minerva apparently has little better to do with her time than meddle into a former colleague's affairs, even those she once claimed were her friends. You are certainly not doing anything wrong," he told her. Hermione's head was buried against his chest, and he could feel the vibrations of her silent sobs as she cried into his chest. Severus gingerly placed a finger under her chin and lifted her face to his. "Look at me Hermione. I mean it. You have nothing to be ashamed of. That scum Weasley is at fault for all that happened in the past, but that is behind you. Behind us. We can move on now, together. Alright darling?" Severus voice was velvety smooth and so sincere it warmed Hermione's soul.

Severus tenderly swept away the tears that stained her face before placing feather light kisses upon each cheek. Slowly kissing his way to the corners of her sweet lips until he pressed his lips firmly to hers and willed her to feel what she truly meant to him. What he couldn't put words to or voice.

Severus led Hermione to the couch and sat her down, kissing her gently on the forehead as he left to get her pump for her, along with a large glass of juice, and her freshly brewed vitamin potion. When he returned he had her stand for a moment while he positioned himself in the corner of the couch and pulled her to nestle between his legs. Once Hermione was comfortable the two sat in relative silence, just enjoying the peace and comfort they derived from being with one another. Severus gently rubbed some of the tension from Hermione's shoulders as more of the walls he had built around his heart; to protect it from being broken again, fell.

A/N: Okay, I confess that I am nervous to see how everyone responds to this chapter, people were so looking forward to lunch with George and Kingsley that I almost feel like I have fallen short. I will say that when I get there, there are BIG plans for Sunday dinner.

Well, review please, you know, if you want…Reviews are like coffee, and I need the stuff!

Thanks as always!

*lily*