”December 18, 1983, West Monroe, Ohio“Mom is taking Sasha to the doctor on Tuesday, and afterwards they are going shopping,” Tasha said with a s...lly smile as she, Clarissa, and I sat in the sitting room at her house.“And what exactly do you mean to imply, Natalya Vasilyevna?” I asked.“I mean to imply you better be here on Tuesday morning at 10:15am sharp! Or you’re not going to live to see Nativity!”“My sense of self-preservation is sufficiently strong that I shall endeavor to be here.”“Tasha,”. "210 see the man... 3233 Smith Lodge Road ... unknown trouble." The radio blared at me."10-4," I answered. The truth is all the trouble was unknown. People never reported it correctly or 911 operators seldom relayed the message correctly. I flipped on the GPS and then just followed the directions into the middle of nowhere. It took me about ten minutes to realize that the man who had called was not a year round resident. He had obviously showed up at his cabin at 5AM and found something. ” I replied.“Oh, OK. That’s good.” She sighed.“They just kick in the door and kill everyone.” I grinned.Kayla’s mouth dropped open again.She wasn’t the sharpest tool in the shed.“So, how was your day?”“Boring. Like usual. I watched all of the Kardashians, AGAIN. Fuck I’m so fucking bored here.” Kayla whined.“You could go get a job.” I suggested.“Yeah, but I can’t leave the house during the day.” She pouted.“True.”“How much longer until I can be in the Sun anyway?” She asked.“I don’t know. It. I was surprised to find that there were quite a few cars in the car park and about thirty people wandering about already, so I spent the next hour or so drifting about the centre talking to customers, giving advice and arranging for post sales deliveries then went up to the office to have lunch with Maggie. It had become our habit to have lunch together most days, it was our ‘catch-up hour’ when we could talk about what was happening with the business that day, make plans for the next day and I.