After that, I tried to write him every day. I made up stories of the things I was doing with his family.In truth, I still spent all day, every day, in...his sister's room. I cried, I stared, I huddled in a ball with my mind blank. If I started to feel a bit ambitious, I would pull out his old letters and reread them. Then I would start crying again. His mom still brought food to me. I didn't need much, because I wasn't doing anything. Mostly I just drank water and cried it back out.Finally, one. ’ She laughed. ‘Moms are all the same, aren’t they.’ ‘If they are truly moms, they have to be.’ We both were looking out, but stealing glances at one an other. ‘I’m having second thoughts now though.’ She said. ‘About going?’ ‘Yes.’ ‘Don’t, they’re good people, mom is a likable person.’ After a few moments she said. ‘Well… Ok. Did you have anything planed for today?’ ‘Not really, I usually have a few beers and nap a little. There’s the TV and a few movies on DVD. I have a selection of games in. This musthave been a terrible experience for you, ma'am. Try and get a goodnight's sleep if you can. I will have more questions for you, butthey can wait till tomorrow." He turned to me. "Let's go then,Martha."Susie looked at me miserably. I smiled as reassuringly as I could.They allowed me to put on an outdoor coat and collect my handbag.Then I followed DS Sharpe out to their car, glad that they had decidedthat handcuffs wouldn't be necessary.* * *It was nearly one o'clock in the. "They're coming, they're in the hall!" I told her dramatically.Catherine moaned even louder."Oh-oh! I think they heard you!" I said, causing her to try and stifle her moans."Please, hurry Michael. Don't stop!" she pled."They're in the dining room now. I think they can hear you!" I said."Oh, Michael! We can't let them catch us like this!" she said as she tried to raise herself off the table.I grabbed her hair, pulling her head back. She was now looking straight at the door to the dining room,.