We felt happy and talked for half an hour.Her friends called her she went. My friends came. We presented the gift and completed our dinner. We got rea...y to leave. But, my sixth sense warned me to stay. I convinced my friends to leave without me. I dropped them in the bus complex and came back to the function hall.I sat alone there for 2 hours. Some marriage tasks were over. The bride and bridegroom went to their rooms. Few people left in the function hall. Suddenly my angel Rani came near me. "And to whom do I owe the pleasure?" she asked, looking at me."MOTHER! Are you all right? Get away from her you imbecile! You could have hurt her!" she screamed as she came in the door."This must be my cousin, Vivian," I decided without scanning.I had been told that Vivian was younger than Catherine, but older than Sarah and Debbie, which put her in the fortyish category. With her bleached blond hair and half-ton of makeup, I couldn't tell, but she appeared to have made at least one plastic. "I wonder. I bet Sylvie does it all but I wonder whether The Angel could do with a cleaner, just front of house. I could crack that in an hour or an hour and a half. I might even give her discount on the half!"She worked Tuesday and Wednesday and was pleased and relieved that her back stood up to it. The walk to the Mainwarings' was not a problem either. On Thursday at lunchtime, reckoning it would be quiet she went to the pub."Hi, Ellie!" Sylvie greeted her. "On your own too!"Ellie smiled.. But this silence was born not of the contentment that had spawned the previous quiet. The silence that ensued was expectation. The night air filled with silent malice. Fury burned and roiled in the night air. Death was approaching. Both Tarrin and Cilia heard the flames before they saw them. The soft crackling and singeing of wood quickly turned into a roar of flame. The two lovers sat bolt upright as the house was being consumed by flame. My love, we must flee! Tarrin yelled above the.