Will and Claire each claimed a seat, and the pilot sealed the side door before climbing into the pilot's seat. He spun up the engines, obtained taxi c...earance, and rolled the plane out onto the taxiway. Will only paid cursory attention to the proceedings. The windows of the nearby terminal building reflected the strobe lights of the Beechcraft, and he could see the mirror image of the plane in them as they rolled by, the tires kicking up little puffs of snow.Traffic at the airport was light.. Why don't we all adjourn to the sales room now? I think a little demonstration would be worth 1000 words."Virginia and I followed Morgan and Charlie down the hall to a sales exhibition room. It was a beautiful room with a high ceiling, rich carpeting and dramatic use of lighting and burgundy velour draperies. What immediately drew my eye was a row of short pedestals on each of which stood a scantily clad slave. There was one male slave wearing only a pair of short shorts, and four female slaves. Sometimes, with Mary, Jim, and Aimee freely accepting this stuff, I feel left out." I don't freely accept it, Debbie," I said. "However, if you've taken Philosophy, then you're familiar with the principle of Occam's Razor. So far, everything points to Aimee's interpretations." With one exception," June said."What's that?" I asked, surprised."The common denominator is Aimee," June explained. "She knew Debbie's father. She may have known about Mary and Jim, if Debbie's father did. What if. It was 7:30 when she pulled up in front of the man’s house: she’d had to pullover to control her sobbing more than once. Getting out of her car she walked purposefully up the steps to the middle class ranch style she’d visited just the day before.She waited. The man was ill; it might be a moment.The door opened. “Abigail! You found him didn’t you?” he said.“Yes, Aaron, I did. I came as soon as I got back so I could report to you. I haven’t even been home yet,” said Abigail.“Come in, come in,”.