It was three days later - that following Thursday - when Charlotte was busy with her work in the secretarial pool, that she got a call to go upstairs ...o see Mr. Peckerwood. This is it! she thought to herself as she made her way to the elevator to head upstairs. Her knees were weak and her heart raced as the elevator took her upstairs. She got off the elevator and walked rather unsteadily to the receptionist's desk.She was scared to death - this was her one chance to have her dream job and she. Needless to say, the men around them sensed the happiness and showered them both with drinks. By the time they went in to dinner, neither was too steady on her feet, but they both thought a good meal would make them feel much better. The meal was all they had hoped for, and the manager even threw in an after dinner cocktail to help the celebration.They left the pub, with Mum driving, and headed home by the back roads just in case the police were out late looking for drunk drivers. They both. The first one I hit in the neck, thesecond dies with the sequence of my first movement, mysword ripped his awful belly. The other three are in frontof me, much easier than the first one, I carve my sword inhis chest, when I get it out, I throw it through the headof another, some disgusting blood falls on my shirt, thelast one starts to run, I'll have to kill him or he mayreturn with help. I run after him. Two minutes later he isdead with a hole in his back.Now it's time to sleep. A quiet night,. There was just one, well two, problems. My niece Kara and her friend Jolene. I had not known that they were coming to town this weekend and had planned to come visit me until Sunday morning when they knocked on my door. It seems that they had come to town to visit one of Kara’s high school friends who was going to college here in Ottumwa. They had planned to have a girl’s afternoon with me, dining, shopping and such and then leave to return to Iowa City late in the evening. I wasn’t sure how.