"Mommy!" she wailed desperately. "Please let me go!"Her mother had nothing to do with this, of course--only the devil. Or some devilish bastard who'd ...eized control of her mind and body somehow. She might be insane, imagining all this in a padded room somewhere, clad in a straightjacket. She'd rather that, than what she was doing to herself on this black pavement."Please?" she begged, destitute. "Please stop?"Whoever it was, let her go.She staggered erect, stumbled back to the front steps and. A large portion of Ann died with Susan. Ann was tough on the outside but tender inside and the deaths of her family had hurt her deeply. Only her love for Jacob and the children and grandchildren allowed her to live for almost four years after Susan passed from the earth. But even her love for her family — and their love for her — couldn't stop time. On a warm day in 1932, six months after her 63rd birthday, Ann breathed her last breath and joined the rest of her family in eternity.Jacob's kids. He had been so excited that he hadn’t even noticed that he had climaxed.“Well, have a nice evening Ponleu and see you tomorrow.” Gerald gave Ponleu a nod and stepped out of the Tuk-Tuk.“Have a nice evening Mr. Gerald.” Ponleu nodded back.Back in Valley County, Amarika, on her way to drop off Melea and Joseph at their high school, drove past and waved at Malin Knutson, a retired Swedish supermodel she had met at a gala celebrating the 52nd birthday of Clarence Woods, the esteemed Mayor of Valley. I promise you." Mom, we need to do the same. Both vehicles will have a few hundred pounds of gold in them. Remember, we have to protect them the best we can." Mark went to the hall closet and dragged out all their spare bedding. They carried it out to the van. Then Mark joined Melissa and helped her and Angela carry their quilts outside.As soon as the bedding was loaded, they left to return to the Retreat. Once they accessed I-80, Rachel took the lead, while Angela and Melissa followed..