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I have the utmost respect for you, sir, for what you did to protect Miss Tara's honor and, in fact, her very life. In my eyes, sir, and I suspect in the eyes of everyone in this household, you are a hero. It would be gravely inappropriate for me to address one who is a hero to me by anything less respectful than the term, 'sir'."
As we walked through the house, Lawrence pointed out the hallway to Tara's parents' suite of rooms, which included Mr. Hawthorne's study which we had been in early this morning, the stairway to Tara's part of the house (her 'apartment' as he called it), the great room, which could easily have served as a ballroom for about forty guests, and the recreational area which included a home theater room, a small video arcade, and a near-Olympic size indoor swimming pool. Through the glass walls we could also see an outdoor pool which was covered for the winter. Lawrence led me back to the kitchen area, which was a few steps from the neat little house he shared with his wife. Near that was a building which appeared to consist of some townhouse-type apartments, which Lawrence said housed the rest of the staff.
Lawrence then escorted me into the family dining room. Tara's mother was already there. When she saw me, she got up and came over to me, hugging me like a long-lost close friend. "Seth, dear, did you sleep well? Has Lawrence taken care of your needs? You look extremely handsome today."
"Thank you, ma'am," I said. "Yes, I slept soundly, although I may need another night's sleep to recover fully. Lawrence provided me with everything I could possibly want, including these wonderful clothes. He is an amazing man. He told me a little of his history, which explains his taste in clothes and his ability to choose items which fit me perfectly. He also told me of his relationship with you and your husband. He has the utmost respect for the two of you."
"As we do for him. Lawrence and his wife, Suzette, make this house run smoothly and efficiently. My husband and I both love them deeply. Speaking of my husband, he should be here in a moment. I wonder where Tara is."
"I'm here Mom," Tara said as she walked into the room. She was dressed in a simple pink sweater, pleated navy skirt which stopped at the top of her knees, and sensible but dressy navy shoes. Her hair was pulled back in a large silver clasp at the back of her head. The overall impression was tasteful and beautiful. She would have looked right at home in a glamour magazine spread about casual office fashion. She went and kissed her Mom on the cheek, then came over to me and hugged me tightly, kissing me on both cheeks. "Good morning, er, afternoon, Seth. My, don't you look great today!"
At that point, Mr. Hawthorne strode into the room and gave his wife a quick, yet heartfelt peck on the lips. He then turned to Tara. "I'm so glad you're home, Sweetie," he said as he hugged her. Then he came over to me and shook my hand warmly. "Hello, Seth. I'm glad to see you looking more rested. I see that Lawrence's skill with clothing is as strong as ever. You look like a man who could set any woman's heart ablaze and who could easily win the respect of any man. I must say, young man, that you have already won my respect. You do realize that the clothes Lawrence brought you this morning are our gift to you, the first of many ways that my wife and I hope to demonstrate our gratitude to you."
"Thank you, sir," I said. "But I want you to realize that your daughter here was, in many important ways, more instrumental in saving our lives than I was."
"Son," Mr. Hawthorne said, "your modesty is refreshing, but never make the mistake of selling yourself short. Modesty is an important trait, but one should take credit when it's due. Have a seat, everyone. Let's have lunch."
A young woman brought us soup, salad, entree, coffee, and a light desert in perfectly timed succession.