I sat at her kitchen table upon arriving at her old-fashioned three bedroom home; she let me have some lemonade to cool off, asked me about my trip an... then said it was late so she would be going to bed. She said that due to the heat, she would leave the fan on in the hall and leave her bedroom door open. My room was just across the hall from hers and she told me I might want to leave my bedroom door open too so that my room would cool off. I thanked her for everything and she stood up and said. Then he saw me. His expression of shock and then resentment. "Mother ... how could you ... spying on me?" he accused bitterly. "Guy no! You mustn't think I was spying!" I pleaded, stroking his head. "I had no idea you were even home yet ... how could I darling?" Well, you've still made me look foolish." he says putting a warm arm on my bare shoulder and murmuring, "anyway I've really missed you.His lips offer me a forgiving kiss and I respond.Guy makes that kiss far deeper than is. Actually, I nearly stole it. It had belonged to an elderly couple who built it in 1951, and then lived in it until they had to go to a nursing home in 1997. Their sister was handling their affairs and the house was dated and she wasn't able to sell it.I bought it for about fifty five percent of the appraised market value, because they desperately wanted out from under it.The house has a one car attached garage and fully chain link fenced front and back yards with a long driveway up the South. I'm following a lead on a band of bandits in the High Country. Seems they've been robbing just about everyone who comes through the Mountain Pass." "Yes, I've heard of them. Call themselves the 'Festering Hand.' Rather morbid name if you ask me." Kisa was didn't follow up the comment, and her eyes seemed deep in thought. "Something troubling you, Kisa?" She looked into Keep's eyes and forced her words. "How's Randall?" A smile crossed Keep's lips when he realized that her concern was for.