There was another aspect of Cynthia's view. If she ignored or looked beyond her husband, she saw the piano which in a happier age she herself had play...d sometimes while her little daughter Ellen danced. These last weeks Ellen seemed to have matured over night and, in fact, was becoming rather wild, even unmanageable. Just as Cynthia was not at the piano, Ellen was not to be seen in the living room. They did manage to keep the girl in the house, but Ellen spent the time in her room, or in the. . became more personal.She told me about how to be “on the lam” as she put it, and part of that was choosing a fleabag (again her word) motel to stay in. She wanted something as close to being off the grid as possible, with the understanding that one hazard that went with off the grid, fleabag motels, was usually off the grid, fleabag police forces, as well. She said that sometimes small town cops have nothing better to do than be curious about who’s staying at the motel for the night. She says. I'd be glad to see them again myself, since my mother accidentally destroyed a lot of my early work while I was away at college. I was devastated, and even though I didn't blame her personally, I wasn't able to bring myself to speak to her for a week." Okay, it's decided then, but it's actually you, Karl, who will have to get the album. It's locked up in the fireproof safe, along with all my original musical manuscripts, in a folder marked 'Gift album, Grade 9'."While Karl was gone, Robyn. " I said, before turning to the girls who were walking past me."Hello again Traci, Audra." I said with a smile. "Good afternoon ladies." I got a gaggle of giggles in return, and waves from Traci and Audra, but the entire group continued on past me and on out the door. In what seemed to be the blink of an eye, but what was really several full minutes later, the elevator opened again and out walked a creature of Magic, as sure as any I had ever seen.Cor was wearing a long black gown, that.