(BTW-it's a roast- not a turkey. LOL)<br/><br/>David heard his mother outside door but fortunately the door bell rang. Their little guest had arrived. he will pretend not to know about the guest of which he was sure that who ever it is, it was someone that was approved by his mother as a potential wife. It was then that he decided to get ready for bed. He was not at all hungry.<br/><br/>He opened the window and with a rope, he lowered his suitcases down to the ground behind some bushes. Even as a child, he used this route to escape his room for there was no windows anywhere near his on the lower level. As for the rest of his things, they could wait until he actually wanted them. He only wished that he had left his briefcase at the ranch.<br/><br/>After putting his pj's on and plugging in his cell phone, he got into bed and was soon asleep.<br/><br/>------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------<br/><br/>Marilyn walked by David's room to see if he was home yet but the door bell rang. She smiled as she hurried down to the door. The butler was already there so she went into the parlour and picked up a magazine to browse through while she waited.<br/><br/>------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------<br/><br/>The butler had come right back down after setting his suitcases in his room as did the chef. They went down the back stairway as the door bell rang.<br/><br/>Bascomb thought to himself as he passed the girl<br/>~She will have to wait. The door must be opened first.~<br/><br/>"I am Chef Jacques LaPlante. I have come to make the meals for the Sebastian family. You may call me either Sir or Chef LaPlante. Now let see how you have done without guidance...... Nice job on the tomatoes which will be placed on the turnabout......carrots are done fine, good, good. They too will be placed on the carry round. The cheese will be placed on the carry round and so will the croutons. Where is the cucumber slices? and they radishes? Why are they not ready?" Jacques spoke crisply in a rich French accent. He went to the refrigerator to find that there was no cucumbers or radishes but did find the roast which he carefully took out.<br/><br/>"Who does the shopping here? This roast is not the best quality but I will do my best to make edible....."<br/><br/>------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------<br/><br/>Once Bascomb was at the door he glanced at the wall for a mirror. There was not one to his surprise. He knew that he was already immaculate but some habits die hard. He opened the door and greeted the person.<br/><br/>"Good afternoon, miss. May I ask who you are so that I may announce you?" Bascomb asked in a clipped English voice.