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The tension between Westley and Eric was palpable. Doris shook her head, helplessly. She had hope that, now that Helen was in the picture, things would get easier. Boy, had she been wrong? She had no wish to be standing between them any longer than necessary, so she said, "I'm going to go to the living room," and then she walked into the living room. Anyway, if they were going to fight, she couldn't do anything to stop it. Because Helen was moving in, there were two servants from the Bush family and several bodyguards, and they were helping her with her luggage. The bodyguards came in and out without a word between them. Meanwhile, the servants were following them around, saying, "Be careful." and, "Don't break anything." and, "That's the lady's favorite." And they told the strong men wh