<strong><span class="bbc_u">Delilah Brookes</span></strong><br/><br/>Delilah felt horrible for her clumsiness and recognized Anton's frustration with being tasked to clean up after her.  She knew he was the Marquette's son and saw him almost every time she came in here, yet they had never spoken two words to each other before now.<br/><br/><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">"Well hello there, cutie! Is this your mum?"</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br/>Mandy, with her long blond ringlets and eyes as blue as a cloudless sky,  looked like a miniature Delilah.  Yet at 6 years of age, she still retained an air of carefree innocence along with an endless curiousity about the world around her.<br/><br/>"MmmHmm.."  she nodded her head before asking,   " Why do you talk funny?"  referring to his accent.  Delilah, having overheard,  quickly  interceded and gathered her daughter to her side,  " Mandy, honey that's very rude to say to someone!"  she looked at the man who she had not only spilled coffee on but had now been insulted, although unintentionally, by her daughter,  and grimaced.  " I'm very sorry, I...." A loud<strong>crash</strong>followed by a woman's scream interrupted her sentence.<br/><br/>Their attention was instantly rivoted to their left where an older, rather<em>large</em>man laid on the floor amidst a mangled looking table.  A woman, his wife perhaps, was frantically calling out his name<strong> "George! George! Oh my god, George!"</strong>........<br/><br/>