"Uh, hi," Becky said, nervously. "It's me. I called." Silence."Becky?" More silence."Beck-kee?" she said, insisting that the listener recognize her na...e.The door buzzed open. The interior of 671-D was brightly lit anddecorated with plants and old furniture, a stark contrast to the drearyexterior of the building. Derek's nerves were still on edge though.A woman in her mid-thirties rounded a corner and gave a cheery wave."Hyee!" she said to Becky. She then turned to Derek. "Wow. You're atall one,. Dad and Mom already knew it but promised my Granddad and Les they wouldn’t tell anyone without Les’s ok. Les said it was about time, so he told me his story. Before he even started, he had tears in his eyes. By the time he finished his story, we all did. Lester’s told me his story: Les said it had all began many years ago one Christmas Eve when my granddad sat in his gas station on a very cold and snowy night. Granddad hadn’t really celebrated Christmas in years since his wife, my grandmother,. Not at all. And please. Call me Yumi." She replied. Granted, she had been waiting half an hour, but that she figured, was besides the point. "My daughter, Madison, has been dying to meet you. Unfortunately, she's still in school. She won't be home until after 3." Jacob said. "My son too. He'll be home late after school. He's on the soccer team." He said, and Yumi nodded. "What exactly brought you to want to pick a small place like Temptation for your schooling Yumi?" Jacob asked. "It seemed. In fact the idea of belonging the 'evil side' for the first time of my life even aroused me. It felt like I would have been secret part of a complot that inevitably seized power over the town's fate. But then I had to admit myself that I had been nothing more than an unintended confidant of Mrs. Hansen's data-thievery. Excited by the inner vision of this young and ruthless lawyer I opened the drawer of my desk and took out the black gloves that she had forgotten at her last visit. This time I.