” I tell her quietly putting as much malice into my voice as possible, “I just don’t believe he would want people sucking up to him like they do...to the false god.” My sister growls at me like an animal and I can see her body weight shift slightly and her hands curl and her fingers with the long nails look like claws, she is getting ready to attack me, it makes me want to laugh, she likes to think she could take me in a fight but she is sadly mistaken. In the blink of an eye my sister lunges,. We went back home a little after that, we drove in silence and that was ok for me. I wasn’t in the mood to talk to anyone, anyone except maybe Ethan, it seemed like he was always an exception. I missed him. When I fell asleep that night, I secretly wished that I could see Ethan, I wanted him to make me forget everything that I was feeling inside. That place, I knew where I was, it was where I met Ethan for the first time. Could it be that I was going to see him again? That thought sent a. With a shake of her head she said, “No you’re not. You’re not porn film makers. I can tell a machine-made business card anytime. I used to work in the print. If you were who you say you are, you would have had a proper card with decent logos. Not clip-art.”This threw us. I didn’t answer and I could see Manus struggling for an answer before she continued. “It’s the paintings, isn’t it? Did the antiques dealer send you?”We knew the game was up. I shouldn’t have taken such an interest in them. She pressed play and out came the words of some faint voiced singer playing acoustic guitar. Sensual music with a theme of love. Sam started to pull her shirt up. High enough to reveal her stomach. Tight enough to stay put without aid. The music had changed songs, now a jazz combo was playing. Sam Cooke something or other. Her hands played over her stomach, tracing patterns where none had previously been seen. Goose bumps arose, and hands moved to quiet this stirring of the flesh. Lower and.