"Two pounds, seven and six," Alice replied."Do you want me to put it on this week's slate or do you want to pay itoff now?"Brian handed over two pound... and some silver and waited for Alice tomake change. A couple of pounds was well worth it for what he hadreceived in return, he smiled to himself.Brian was looking forward to Tuesday; he would come here to thewarehouse to stock up his sample case, make his usual rounds in themorning and then arrive at 162 Sovereign Way in the early afternoon.He. “Everyone around here is so solemn,” Al went on in an upbeat, though quiet voice. “You’d almost think someone died… Too soon? Sorry. I don’t handle serious situations very well.”“Yeah,” was all I could say. Either this guy was a sociopath or had a few screws loose. Either way, I understood why the chair next to him was empty.“Don’t get me wrong,” Al continued, unable to read my unease, “I’m sad that my father died. He was a good man. I didn’t get to see him much. What I do remember of him are. "How old are you?" she asked."I'm 12, Ma'am," he said."You don't look big enough to be 12," she said as she noticed his darkeyes and long eye lashes. She knew several woman and girls who wishedthey had eyes such as his."Here we are," Charlie said as they arrived at the apartments.His mother was a bit shocked by the company. Fortunately, his fatherwasn't there to cause any trouble."So seven people live here?," Mrs. Windham asked."Yes, Ma'am," Charlie's mother replied.Mrs. Windham was shocked to. He opened one of the dresser drawers. It was empty as were the other four. Vaguely disappointed, he searched the closet. It too was empty, or almost. Back in a corner behind some abandoned shoe boxes was a cheerleader's skirt Jennifer had worn when she was in the eighth grade, the year her mother had died. That was nearly seventeen years ago, James realized with a mild shock.James returned to the bed and sat down. He slowly brought the skirt up to the medallion, then hesitated. He.