'We will march to a place of trial, where you will be questioned and judged. You will not enjoy it, but it is the will of Allah, ' said Hakim. 'March,...Christian pigs!' he ordered, slapping a whip painfully along the flanks of the first three captives. And off they marched.Barefooted on rough ground, over muddy places and knee-deep in fast-flowing streams. Blisters and cuts soon developed and when one of the prisoners stumbled and knocked the whole column down, all were set upon with by the. The trip back to the White House was quick and quiet. That meant if the threat was real, it would happen on the way home again.Anne, Andrew and I met with the President’s inner circle and went over the Harrisburg report one page at a time. I answered a lot of questions and a lot more on the recommendations.Anne and Andrew were leaving at 0800 for Harrisburg; their meeting was scheduled at 1000.The press conference and release of the report was also at 1000. Department heads and the. Had sheets and pillows on it at least.Evan goes to sit down in desk chair and pulls out a bong about a foot long. You admire how nice it is as he cleans it and loads it up with more bud.John sits down the mattress, er bed. You decide to sit and join her. It's much comfier than you would've thought, you could lay down on this forever, you think to yourself.Evan takes the first hit and passes it to me as he exhales the smoke from his lungs. I do the same, and the pattern continues as the piece is. The inside of the house is in an uproar. Boxes all over the place, bags of trash lining the front porch, waiting to be taken to the end of the lane. Load after load of things taken from there rests in our garage and basement. The merging of two households into one isn’t as easy as it seems. I walk through the house, frowning at the empty walls. Most of the pictures have been removed, and the house stands uneasily, as if it knows it’s been stripped of something special. I head for the barn,.