" Mizz Donna," I said, "How about having dinner with me and my Dan this evening? I've got a lasagna in the freezer. It gets fresh cheese before it goe... in the oven."Donna turned to Cindy. "She makes the best lasagna in the place," Cindy said."You sure?" Donna asked."Of course we're sure. You're the office Share-a-Mom. We'd love to have you." Donna was looking right at me so she didn't see Cindy mouthing 'thank you'.My Dan will totally understand.Cindy's Dan, however, may not survive the. They leisurely worked on the competitive programs for Tom, Allison, and Ryan and Amy throughout the early summer. Ryan and Amy also needed programs for the Pro-Am-they were going to the Canadian one. Since those weren't 'serious' programs, they mostly planned to do those themselves. However, one day Amy cornered Warren and Sophia."Hey, will you guys take a look at our rhythmic program for the Pro-Am? It's kind of up your alley." Sure," Warren told her. He and Sophie went and stood by the rink. Peering up at me She continued. ‘ My Grandmother said that when a man wears these, he can look back into the past, seeing what the original owner saw at his death.’ I felt that strange shiver again as I did before in the car. ‘My Grandmother used to sadly tell Me about a man who once wore these as She watched him die during the Great war.’ ‘She was living in Europe at the time’ She continued. I watched Her eyes cloud a bit as She told me a story of Her Grandmothers life back then. It seemed. I took one of the knives and made sure he never bothered anyone again. That’s where I got the gun,” she explained. I didn’t ask about her mother. The fresh grave out back bore silent witness to her fate.“What did you do with his body?” I asked.“Tied it behind the car and dropped his sorry ass off a few blocks from here,” she answered proudly.“Feel up to a little recon tonight?” I asked. She looked up expectantly. “I want to see if anyone else is watching the grocery stores. I’m going to run.