I was hoping this was the case as I really wanted to talk with him. I go into the house and walk into the living room - forgetting about the rule of ...emoving my clothes when I 1st walk in the door."Sir, may I speak with you?"... he replies "are you forgetting something?" I immediately drop to my knees in front of him, head bowed, eyes downcast, thinking this is what he meant. "Are you forgetting something else?" It was then I remember my clothing. I immediately stand up and strip in front. They made extra effort to lavishSarah with as many pieces as possible, and once Tamara divulged thatshe was a soon-to-be bride, the owner happily joined in on the fun."Guys I'm literally weighed down by all this bling!" Sarah protested.She was almost comically decked out - a silver tiara perched on herhead, crystal-inset pendant earrings adorning each ear, and anextravagantly jeweled necklace encircled her neck. She was wearing armcuffs, while two bangles encircled each wrist alone. Even. There was no way I could reach it unseen.Two minutes later I heard the engine start. It all seemed unreal as thesound of her driving away cut through the night.In desperation I looked around me. With no other choice, I slinkedthrough the shadows, avoiding lights as much as I could, and got from ourproperty onto the Johnson's. Why was Grace going to Pam's? I had neverliked that woman. She was tall and athletic, and always tossing veiledinsults my way when I was around her. In confusion I. The first was an antique leather-bound journal with a worn strap holding its covers shut, the second was a heavy envelope with my name, Melissa Gordon, written on it in neat (if old-fashioned) cursive hand. The letter inside was typed on expensive heavy-weight paper that had the company watermark in the center of the page. The letter explained that the law firm had been retained by a small, independent museum to find and return the accompanying diary to the nearest living heir of the doner..