It was one of the cops. He stood, arms folded, barking out orders and chiding somebody. Then I saw Mom.My Mom was naked, standing still with her back ...o me. One of the two first cops that had arrested us, the tallest one, had her in his arms. His hands roved over her bare back. He had white latex gloves on. He took out a small sample jar and a big cotton swab stick. Looking down over her back to her bare bottom, he reached and skilfully pulled apart one of Mom's quivering white buttocks. I. ”“Sis, I am happy to have regular food. And it smells so good.”“Mom always worries. She is such a good cook. But you already know that.”“Well, I always enjoyed her cooking,” I replied to Olivia while pushing her to the table. She felt so nice. Her arms were soft but strong. It was probably from her athletic activities. She also had time for sports, more specifically softball. “Robin, I really appreciate you letting me stay for a while. I will have to find a place to live and get used. And ... Release!"With an exciting 'thwip', the arrow vanished from the bow, which was suddenly vibrating. There was no sound as the arrow sailed over the butt, just missing the outer ring."Too much tailwind," Béla murmured, frowning at where the arrow had vanished. "I'll probably never find that one..." Can I try?" Jake asked, excitedly.Béla handed him the bow. Carefully copying everything he saw Béla do, he pulled back on the arrow and the string. Halfway into firing position, the arrow took. .. Wait! Not yet.The room: Yeah ... the room.The place was storage ... for things from long ago ... really long ago. Like ... before the English. Before the Dutch. Stuff collected... (stolen) ... from the Māori and hidden away. Not saying that it was taken by the Hotel ... everything had price tags from no longer existing business. Businesses closed during the 1800’s. Police seized articles ... auctions ... garage sales ... estate sales ... found and unclaimed ... amateur archaeologists.