. you just might find what you're looking for," Teresa teased him.Embarrassed, Chris asked red faced, "And what would that be?"Teresa's laugh even sou...ded sexy as she replied, "The eyes don't lie, and yours are speaking volumes. Enough said, let's find a table and get some breakfast. I'm starving." Me too," Chris responded, "it might be the mountain air, but up here, I always feel famished in the mornings."Teresa selected a table by the front windows, Chris was glad, since he never tired of. He became anxious to do away with this woman. The more he was interrupted, the louder he prayed.After a breakfast of fried eggs and dried beef, he adjourned to the university hall and took his seat. Again he was on the early side. He wanted to end the judgment as soon as possible. As he sat alone below the same picture of his father, he hungered for just one more look at Rashida. He wanted to see once more the mystery which lurked behind that black veil.Dr. Farrukh sailed in and gave hearty. ..I think we can do that...Sure, we'll come down right after church onSunday so we'll see you about two. OK? OK, See you then, Bye, bye." Shehung up and turned toward dad and me."It's time for Cindy to go home and Bruce has invited us down for thedinner Sunday night. He said the crew has Monday off and there's a partyplanned. So, Cindy, you need to start packing first thing tomorrow.Heck with that, I started after dinner. I didn't have that much to packreally. The hardest part was everything. When that happened, I reached up to grab something, anthing to steady myself. I grabbed Arlene's clothes and, because I had lost my balance, whatever it was I grabbed, I pulled off the hangars. A few of her winter outfits fell to the floor in a heap, making a muffled, but most decidedly discernable thud. The metal hangers that formerly held the clothes clanged loudly against one another. That was it. I was dead. There was no mistaking that someone, or some thing, was in the closet. I confirmed.