My head damn sure hurt. “We need to relocate to your place.” I said trying to get up again. “No, Ron! Don’t get up!” said Kim“The cops are...going to show up at the address on Rachel’s driver’s license. That isn’t here. Kim, you have to play the part of the clueless and then grieving sister, when they show up. At 3 AM good boys and girls are sound asleep at home.”“What about me?” said Rachel. I shouldn’t be there, right? I’m supposed to be dead.”“Where ever you are, you have to stay hidden until. As I slowly drove up the drive, I looked at the dense thicket of old oak and birch. Quite a few stubby pines were mixed in between the taller trees, and the forest floor was thick with underbrush. I was keeping my eye out for the spot where you turned left, driving through a tunnel of trees to enter the field furthest from the old farmhouse. That was where everyone went to party and have the bonfires. It had been a while since I’d come out here, and it was the first time that I drove, so it. Now, between them, their son was born into their new, and richer, lives. His attitude? A totally different story...--“MOM!! THIS IS NOT WHAT I ASKED FOR!!”The 18-year-old’s hollering could be heard across the house, which can be fairly impressive for a 4-story home, when you think about it. Oliver was fuming again, the food he wanted – nay, demanded – was not given to him exactly like he asked for. What’s so hard about giving him 3 cheeseburgers, a large fry, and a diet soda? And these.. these. ”“Well, that would be OK with us, we could peruse this beautiful city in the meantime. All right with you Olivia?” he asked.“Certainly, I only want to deal with this young man or his father. They understand waiting on the customer – the value of a customer! Stuart, what time should we be here?” Olivia said.“I could have him call you and come and get you, and show you the best four or five homes on the market – where are you staying?”“The Courtyard, on Oak Street, room 1105,” Olivia.