It was three days before the election, and he was booked up until the last minute. He looked over the schedule his secretary had handed him that morni...g. He had to preside at the opening of a shopping mall, and then drive twenty miles to make a speech before a ladies' book club, and then another speech to a group of religious leaders.He picked up his phone and said wearily, "Matilda? Listen, I'm going to cancel the shopping mall opening and the ladies' book club speech. I need some rest. I'm. She was sitting at her desk at work. I could see her office behind her, the window with a view of trees in the park, and a bookshelf full of binders. She was wearing a white button-up shirt with a camisole on under it, and a black skirt. Her desk was in a semi-private office near the entrance to the business she worked at. There was a large window next to her door, where she sat facing the hall. Anyone walking in or out had to walk past her office. I tested our situation immediately by sending. The coldness never left her eyes, though. She told me that if I challenged her again, something bad would happen to me. All of a sudden I wanted out, of the basement, and out of the house. I wanted to get away from aunt Gamina the way you want to be away from radiation and the electric chair. The rest of the summer proved to be quite eventful. I wanted to get away from this evil woman who smacked her husband around, terrorized her daughter and seemed hell-bent on dominating everything and. I nodded, slipping off the stool, turning before Andy grabbed my arm and led me to his room.* His room was like mine- white with hints of lime and gray. Andy was in the shower. I took the time to set up the film on his laptop and have a snoop. I sat with my back to the headboard. It was made of small swirls of wood and metal. I browsed through Andy's games and history- eBay, general inquires, tattoo stencil transfer sheets. I scrolled and came across something labeled BeMo. I clicked,.