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In the end, though, I didn't get to spend as much time with my relatives as I would have liked. Th eprogenitors had Jon and me out to the house for breakfast the next day with the family, but the Amazons spent the day with Diana. There was breakfast the following day too, but at the mansion. John gave me to understand that Diana had been extensively questioned by the queen and the general (not her mom and aunt, there was a huge difference,) and the rest of the time had been spend with the two Amazons trying to understand Diana's life out here and why she made the decisions that she had. Then Deri got the day to take them into Wayne to see her office, meet some of our other relatives, they had lunch at the Automat, checked out Grant's workplace, and Deri spent the rest of the time taking them on a tour of the city. The morning after that, though, we hosted a breakfast and got to show off the house, and because they were concerned, the safe room. They approved.

"It is odd to see you without your dogs," Grandma said. I nodded.

"I miss them. But they didn't have a choice in being with me, they were rescues, and I can understand their desire to connect with their family and culture. They left a big hole, though." Aunt Antiope patted my shoulder.


"I thought that Eira was quite young when she adopted Alex," she said, puzzled.

"She was decades old, though, young for the species, but none of our dogs live close to that," I said. "And she chose Grandma, it was her choice." They nodded in understanding, and the tour went on. They both loved the stained glass dome and the back wall.

"Such luxury," Grandma said, but it wasn't meant to be mean or critical. "We have nothing like this."

"You have other things, though," I pointed out. "The beautiful architecture, the sculptures. It's a whole different world there. You don't need swimming pools because you have the ocean."

"Still, this glass..." Grandma said, touching the "leading" in the glass wall.

"It is spectacular," Jon agreed. "And it's a draw, people in the city have heard about it and when we open the house to fundraisers, there's always a good crowd. The charities always do well when they have an event here."

"I like to hear that you are charitable, Lysippe," Grandma said, and Jon listed a few of the total donations raised at events here. Both Amazon's eyebrows went up.

"Lys's gifts put people at ease,she's created a warm and welcoming home here, and she's a great hostess. That personal touch she has makes people feel important when she notices them. All that encourages people to open their wallets."And Grandma, smiling at this, asked me to explain the awards in my office. I was pleased to change the subject and showed off my rowing medals, the gold laurel wreath from the Olympics, my photojournalism awards (accompanied by winning photographs) and the newspaper and magazine articles that I'd had framed that showcased my development projects. And prodded by the photo of Holly Village, I let them know that our London home would be open to any Amazons who might find themselves there.

"I am unlikely to visit," Grandma said wistfully. "It is dangerous for me to leave the islands, and it would cause problems if I were to be hurt or killed out here. Certainly Diana would not appreciate the necessity of returning to Themyscira to take up her rule."

"I could," Aunt Antiope said casually, making me smile.

"Our home is yours," I said.

"You have changed and grown so much,"Grandma said wistfully.

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