In fact, it so held his attention that he didn't realize that he had risen ever so slightly out of his seat to get a better look.Had Patricia turned a...ound, she wouldn't even have noticed from her vantage point. Mrs. Carvey on the other hand couldn't help but see him rise and the disapproving look on her face gave her opinion of his action."Geez, that's just what I need." Henry thought. "Old fuss and bolts making some complaint that I was ogling one of the applicants."He ran his hand through. "Hi," I said to them, causing another squeal from the girls. Theydidn't look like they could be any older than Anna, who was 10.Finally, after some of them had calmed down, I got some shy "Hi's"back. They looked like they were having a lot of fun walking next tome, so I let them follow us all the way to the photo area. By the timewe had arrived, we had picked up two more girls. I turned and lookedback at everyone who was following behind me. It looked like most ofthe girls' mothers or fathers. I said: ‘Come back soon. I have really enjoyed meeting you.’ She smiled and replied: ‘Likewise.’ They then went downstairs to collect their classwork and laptops. Joyce had bound their lab reports for them. As they walked down the office hall Yvonne took a good look at some of the photographs adorning the walls. She commented favorably about their beauty. Ann remarked that I was the photographer and that my studio was at the end of the hall. Ann showed it to her. Yvonne was very impressed. Ann. Karrista would have a complete freak out, if she even knew they were on my computer, and she’d likely take my daughters away again. She’s such a prude, and the themes of his stories. . . .Maybe. . . Reaching over, I open my glove compartment, and pull out the white, crinkled envelope holding two letters. I’d gotten rid of the blood stained envelopes before leaving that cursed country.Before I can change my mind, I put my car in gear, and drive. Karrista will be upset that I’m getting back late.