Khayyal checked his watch, then nibbled on the last of his pickled ginger.  "Let's get going, shall we?  Unless someone's letter says they're heading to a difrent meeting?"<br/><br/>He stood up and straightened his jacket, then politely drew back Alma’s chair again, and any other lady’s who gave him a chance.  “Would you like a ride again, Alma?  And I have space for a few more if anyone else would?”<br/><br/>The black man lead them out to his car, checked that the parking meter was satisfied.  He got the doors for his guests again, then drove to the next meeting.  He dropped Alma off close to the door, since she seemed antsy about public attention, then found a proper parking space.  When they got back in, he switched his sheethed katana from under his jacket to plain view on his belt.  Taking a seat between Alma and Orchid, he gave their hosts a nod.  “What can we do for you, sir?”<br/>