Thankfully, there was no need for him to go into her room.  Seemingly in control of herself, Charlette emerged from the recent fracas with grace and calm.  The fresh bouquet of flowers being disposed of so easily said all there really was to say.<br/><br/>“Finally.  I’m free,” she stated while looking at him.<br/><br/>Tag, Old Man.  You’re it.<br/><br/>You don’t know what you’re talking about, Paul retorted.<br/><br/>Maybe.  Maybe not.  But you<i>will</i>find out sooner or later.  I’m betting on sooner, Old Man.