Emiele, being the punctual one that she is, was the first to arrive. She had caught a ride with a willing young man from school,<em>the poor guy, she thought. sometimes it's just too easy.</em>but now she was alone, annoyed, and waiting for everyone else.<br/><br/>The manor was charming enough, and the museum wing had not been roped off yet, so she walked around admiring the paintings. A Rembrandt here, Van Goth there, a couple of Picasoes. It was an interesting and varied collection, most definately worth closer study, and very, very lucrative.