No; Sam — she who had always seemed so cold! — was not pleased. Not at all! Neither the faint traffic hum nor the Red Chamber, remembering its bloody history impressed her, and it was all because he wasn’t there. Intellectually, she realized that Baron Guenevere, the pagan man who had taught her how to feel, had a full life in which he was starring in yet another film with Kay Contraire, and he could not be expected to hold any consideration for the pleasure of one barely intensely quixotic, remarkable girl. Intellectually, she knew this. And yet…
   Truly, it had been a most inchoate day when father had brought him to her attention.
   At that moment the sound of her own name being called shattered her composure into a million illicit, untamable pieces! She nearly swooned. Surely it could not be — but it was! At the door, the eternal and masculine face she had come to know so well! “I couldn’t stay away,” he husked while the music in her heart rose to a new crescendo of happiness. “I need you, baby doll!”
   At long last as there was a much-appreciated break in the formerly-incessant shelling, she knew that life without him was unthinkable, if not darkest. Wthout him, could she ever have took a moment to plan some of the details of their pre-nuptial agreement?