Satisfied at getting her just rewards from her only son she turned back the stove and the meal she was cooking. ‘Have you finished your homework?’...she asked in a motherly tone. ‘Not yet.’ I replied as I moved off to my room. ‘Well you had better finish it, dinner will be ready in half an hour.’ She said as I walked away. ‘Ok Mom.’ I replied as I closed my door and dropped exhausted to my bed. I didn’t see Carol at all the next couple of days. I was working double shifts at the restaurant,. She had liked it the first time she saw it. It was in a shed where it had been stored after his grandparents had died. It was so plain that no one else in the family had coveted it and it had begun to show the signs of ill attention with the wood looking dried. They had commented at the strange design of the seat and his mother had told him that it was grandma’s knitting chair. The explanation seemed plausible enough… plenty of room at the from for a wide lap to work from and narrowing at the. That I have a boyfriend which he replied *your boyfriend cheating on you all the time in the shisha bars I have to fix up* I was shocked that he knew where my boyfriend at the time worked at this point I dint know why I chose to believe him but knowing my boyfriend and his friends I can tell they've had fun with white girls in Shoreditch.I told him that I can't cause my family is coming soon, he then said that he will get a hotel room for us, I agreed and gave him my number and told him to call. Just tell him to check my desk.’ With that he ducked back into the room. The knocking was becoming even more insistent as she crossed the room. Anxious to not have Patricia disturbed she yanked the door open with her fingers to her lips to shush the intruder. Her demand for silence died on her lips as she felt the air knocked out of her. She looked up into the face of the man who had haunted her dreams for more than a year. *** Maxwell pulled into the familiar parking spot in the underground.