“’Breena!” called my father, “come on down I want the family to meet someone, come on down.” Oh no, I thought, I just couldn’t meet that man -- I didn’t know what to say, so I didn’t respond. My attention turned back to the matter at hand. The little chest was locked, and I could not remember where I put the key. I began going through my drawers – the top ones first where I usually threw my odds and ends in. I couldn’t find it, I started panicking and threw my socks out, my underwear out. I dumped two drawers out on the bed and spread everything in them around my sheets. Still nothing. “Breena!, are you OK up there? My father yelled. “Breena, I hope you’re decent, I’m coming up.”
“I could hear footsteps coming up, but it wasn’t just my father. Another set, heavy and purposefu
