I didn't mind the Christmas rush. It kept me busy at a time when my calling was an interruption to my customers. My sister usually invited me for Chri...tmas, which was not much fun as she would bring our conversation round to what went wrong in my marriage. A subject that I tried to avoid as assiduously as she would try to talk about it. I lived my life and let others get on with theirs. My sister lived with a rigid set of almost Calvinistic rules and criticised volubly those who offended her. I shock myself from that silly, naive train of though and concentrated on the housework that I had tasked myself with. Around 12pm I had finished most of the work I had planned, I had hovered, hung the washing out, emptied the dish washer and done some ironing. I promise to you I am not normally such an archetypal homemaker, normally I avoid such work, we even have a paid cleaner who comes over once a week. This was purely aimed at distracting me from more unscrupulous activities. But now with. The fourth side had a driveway leading to an alley, but the gates were secure and the chain link fence had plastic slats that made the area mostly private. I looked around and saw that the roll up receiving doors on the other units were closed, with mine being the only one wide open. Yep, I was all alone and figured this would be a great place to play on future work holidays too. On this day though I still hadn’t finished any actual work, and still had my 2pm possible hookup to look. . everything expected of a Victorian mansion. In the 1880's it was a major mansion but it had been vacant since 1943 when the last survivor was shot down over Rabaul. He was Missing In Action, Presumed Dead ... MIA-PD.The MIA-PD was a War Department catch-all. The WD had seven years before they to pay up on his insurance unless he could be declared. Not that it mattered ... he had no survivors.Eleven years hadn't been kind to what was once a showplace. The first batch of fraternity brothers.