it was well past six p.m.“I guess that wasn’t so bad. I’d go back there, if you made me.” Delona paused. “I have to admit, I’m surprised,” she stated out of the blue as they maneuvered the traffic-laden expressway.“About what?” Koen gently inquired. He was becoming more and more familiar with Delona’s topic-jumping style of conversation, which was more habitual when she became worked up or tired. At first, he’d had to listen very attentively to keep up with her. But each day they spent together made it easier for him to decipher which topic they were currently discussing. However, there were still times, like now, when he needed clarification. He liked the fact that she took it in stride, never appearing to get frustrated about it or losing patience with him when he did. “You drive a BMW and not a Porsche or something ludicrous like that. And it’s blue, not one of those flashy colors most power-mongers seem to prefer.”Koen smiled. “You’ll come to see that I live a very practical life despite my outward appearance.” “Hmmm.”“Hmmm, what?”“I see you didn’t deny being a power-monger. Are you?” Koen barked with laughter. “Even if you are, I’ll take you at your word about not being flashy, if you say you’re not, Mr.
