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    A Better Time, A Different Time – Tale One: To Each His Own

     
     
    Cyrene said then turned and looked at Virgil who
    smiled at her, “I’m happy to see you Cyrene and so is
    my stomach,” Virgil said and Cyrene chuckled as she hugged
    him. When the hug ended Cyrene looked behind Ulysses to see his
    parents, “I see you brought some people with you,”
    Cyrene said and Ulysses nodded as he held his hand out to his
    mother. “Cyrene this is my mother, Marguerite, mother this is
    Cyrene, she’s Xena’s mother and a fantastic, generous,
    loving, wise woman and great cook,” Ulysses said and Cyrene
    smiled at him as she shook Marguerite’s hand. “Your son
    is exaggerating some,” Cyrene said and Marguerite smiled.
    “Its nice to meet you,” Marguerite said, “and
    this old man here is my father, Julian,” Ulysses said as
    Julian walked up next to his son.
     
     
    “You better watch it before I show you just
    how old I am,” Julian said to his son with a grin on his face
    then grinned at Cyrene as he took her hand in his and kissed the
    back of it. “It’s nice to meet you,” Julian said
    and Cyrene grinned as she nodded. “And you, it is an honor to
    have the King and Queen of Ithaca in my Inn,” Cyrene said,
    “and it’s a very beautiful Inn. Just by looking around
    it’s a lot better than most that we’ve been in,”
    Marguerite said and Cyrene grinned. “Thank you, I pride
    myself in keeping my Inn up and in good condition, this place means
    a lot to me,” Cyrene said and they nodded. “Cyrene
    where is she, where is Xena?” Ulysses asked unable to contain
    himself any longer and Cyrene grinned at him. “She’s
    training but she should be back in a little bit, since its time for
    lunch,” she said then looked back to his parents.
     
     
    “Speaking of which, the lunch rush is about
    to start. So how about I get you guys a table and some rooms so you
    can put your things away before you eat?” Cyrene suggested
    and they grinned and nodded, “that would be great. How much
    would five rooms cost?” Julian asked and Cyrene shook her
    head, “don’t worry about. After all, I think of Ulysses
    and Virgil as sons and therefore you are family,” she said.
    “Ulysses is right, you are a nice and generous woman, but we
    insist. We wouldn’t want to take away from your
    business,” Marguerite said and Cyrene looked at her.
    “If you insist but only your rooms, your meals and everything
    else will be of no cost,” Cyrene said and Marguerite grinned
    at her. “Very well, I see you’re a negotiating
    woman,” Marguerite said and Cyrene grinned, “as are
    you,” she said and Marguerite grinned at her.

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