I didn’t believe it to be a hunter. There was too much loose, flowing cloth. Then I realized it was a woman in a dress making her way through the wo...ds. She was being careful as to where she stepped and looked back as if hoping no one was following her. Then she looked up and spotted me.For a second, she froze. Then she realized I had done the same, not to mention I wasn’t exactly dressed for tromping through the woods. She looked around before focusing on me again. “Who are you?” she asked.. She had to look up to meet his eyes, but with the raised chair she didn't have to look far. She held out one slim hand."Hi. I'm Jessie Miller. And you are... ?" Robert Kincade. Times-Union. You look pretty busy. Are you sure I won't cause you any problems, be in the way?"She closed her hand over his and he felt the strength there. The hand wasn't rough. It was a woman's hand, smooth. But strong. And she wore no rings, no nail polish. All business this lady."You have a job to do, Mr. Kincade.. Her focus returned and in an instant she found herself looking into the faceof Mei who was smiling. Mei spoke to her, ?Claire we did it. My father wasable to get you. I was really surprised. You went for much less than I expectedand were still within out budget. Maybe people were scared to bid because youare white.? For the first time since she had been in this building, Claire felt an overwhelmingsense of relief. ?Thank you Mei. Thank you?? She could barely contain herselfas a tear rolled down. " "Thanks," Susan said as she got up to leave. "Oh," Richard interrupted before Susan could leave. "One more thing. Regardless of how this turns out, your grades would likely put you on the menu as well." "Thank you for reminding me," Susan said with a smile. She pulled the volunteer form from her backpack and handed it to her guidance counselor. "What is this," Richard asked, dumbfounded. "I am volunteering to be meat," Susan replied. "I would have become.