My butt plunged to the bed at the nightmare of that night's horrible tragedy I was going through which I hoped to bury forever. My eyes stuck at the jacket in my grip, something my hero put on when he broke into the shed to save me from the evilness of those criminals.
With the same fragrant of perfume they used, should I have sensed that they were the same person which I unfortunately did not notice until I found this jacket in his room. Getting startled at the knocks on the door, I rose to my feet and returned the object in my hand onto its place.
When I opened the door, the figure of a fat woman in her gray gown greeted me in amiableness which I responded the same way. "I just would like to bring the dishes out," she conveyed her aim of seeing me.
"Sure." I let her move past me who
