"Have you always tried to do what your wife wanted you to do?" Yes ... I suppose so. I always wanted to make her happy." And over time, did this trans...ate into your willingness to do whatever to please her?" I guess so." And the more you did what she wanted, the more she asked of you?" Probably so." Then, the asking became demands?"I nodded. I could see where she was going with this."And then, in the last two years, despite your attempts to do everything she asked, she exhibited signs of. Follow me." It was an order not a request. I followed him through the swinging doors into the main room of the bar.The bar was dimly lit. I could see several men lining the bar. They looked up from their drinks as we entered the room. I heard a couple snide remarks about my shirt but averted my eyes and followed Charlie. As we got out from behind the bar we passed through an area with about a dozen tables. About half of them were occupied by groups of black men ranging in age from their early. Nothing greeted them as they made their way toward the center of the temple. Danica could hear the increasing sounds of chanting as they approached, however.As they approached the central chamber, Danica could see the dead. Approximately a hundred of the corpses stood motionless facing an altar in the center of the chamber. Moving to the doorway Danica could see a pair of motionless corpses laying upon the altar, appearing much the same as their standing counterparts. Before the altar stood the. Chase got behind the wheel and said, “You look lovely this afternoon, Mrs. Davidson.”“I wish you’d call me Pam. You’ve been my driver at least a dozen times by now,” said the pretty brunette with the soft, pink shirt and the gray pencil skirt.He grinned, “We’ve been over this before, Mrs. Davidson. It would be unprofessional for me to call you by your first name.”Pam sighed, “Okay, Chase. Have it your way.”“I always do, Mrs. Davidson,” he grinned, looking at her in the rear-view mirror. “Same.