She wore flat-heeled sandals and her toenails were painted in crude red enamel."Where do you come from, love?" she asked.The young woman raised her he...d. She must have been in her mid-twenties with freckles that spread out and merged on her richly tanned skin. There was a ring through one of her eyebrows and another through a nostril. She wore no make-up at all and huge dangling ear-rings fell out from underneath her bush of reddened hair."Excuse me?" Which country do you come from? Are you. As everyone sits, I look around hastily, half expecting to see you in this colourful throng. The masks are soon discarded, as people anticipate the beginning of a gourmet feast. Glasses are raised in salute to our sovereign. It isn't long before the servants begin eagerly replenishing the swiftly emptying glasses, the conversations becoming more animated, faces becoming more flushed. I am grateful that my neighbours are engrossed in discussing the merits of the entree and thus I avoid any. Monica had already begun calling 911 when the big guy saw this he grabbed her phone and backhanded her. That is when I struck him in the throat as I kicked the side of his knee. The loud bang got everyone’s attention as Cari shot Ronald who had taken out a knife.Police were there within minutes from other neighbors called 911 when they heard and saw the door get kicked in. I quickly called Anna. When she answered I explained what had happened and what was going on. She said not to say or do. Five seconds passed, then ten. Time to take a little risk. I stood up and walked around to her side of the desk. It's funny how I always forget how tall I am - six and a half feet and suddenly towering over this tiny girl. I rested half standing on one edge of the desk, my legs slightly apart. I bent forward and rested a hand on Denise's shoulder.She looked up - her eyes were damp - "Professor?" You're having problems, Denise. Why don't you tell me about them?" Professor Adams, I don't know if.