The chef nodded as he was thinking about the options. He would have Bascomb assist him with the project. He would have more available time and opportunity to check out the home.<br/><br/>"Demi, please do not say anything to anyone. Rumors tend to kill plans. You will need help and I am surprised that you have been able to keep up as well as you have." Jacques spoke as Bascomb came in.<br/><br/>"Indeed, Demi. You have done well to keep this place in as a good condition that it is in. You do need more help but let us arrange that. Where do you live? Not here for there is no room at all. We are above the garage which is not very healthy place to live. We shall talk together and we can make plans." Bascomb spoke as he looked in the oven at the roast.<br/><br/>"Also, you did a fine job on the table. Have you had any lessons in any of the finer arts of decorating?"<br/><br/>------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------<br/><br/>"If I had my way, I'd have a new home. Perhaps it will happen soon. After all if Catherine comes home with friends for the holidays, I'll need to have more rooms. Perhaps you would like to assist my plans in persuading my husband to see fit to buy a new home. A nicer large one. Perhaps one with a few things such as an entertainment room for our young visitors. There can be a billiard table, pin ball machines and other such forms of entertainment. I am sure that you can think of more things than I can for the entertainment room. " Marilyn spoke as she adjusted the curtains.<br/>"I'll go downstairs and see if Demi is available to help you with your unpacking."<br/><br/>------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------<br/><br/>Smells of dinner woke up Sean who rolled over. They rarely have a nice beef roast and when they did, it was medium rare or less done. It will turn his stomach to see blood on his plate which would run into his potatoes and veggies. Who in their right mind want to eat bloody potatoes or bloody vegetables. He would skip dinner. He stood up and went to his desk where he got a protein bar out to quiet his stomach before heading back to bed. WHile he was eating his bar, he could hear his mother and her 'little visitor' chatting. He headed back to bed when Marilyn spoke about getting the maid. He paused when he saw the message light was on but ignored it for the moment.