”“Do we have to cut it down?”“Well Paula, if we don’t cut them down, we can’t have them in the house.”“That’s not exactly true.” I... was time to reveal the results of my personal secret election.“Paul?”“I had a talk with Paula about this a few weeks ago and I’ve been thinking about something ever since. That is why I picked this specific tree farm. Tell me what you think of this idea. We have this long, long driveway up to the house, right? Well, I was thinking that we plant trees along the. I was just beginning to consider seeing about lunch when I heard someone moving through the leaves nearby. It sounded like just a single person, moving slowly, probably just enjoying the fine weather as I was myself. I leaned over and peered through the vale of leaves still remaining on the trees. To my total surprise I saw that the pilgrim moving slowly in my direction was none other than Erik, my lab partner.He was some twenty feet from my tree and obviously hadn't noticed me when I called. Had to just lash out and temporarily mind-blank some of them until I could get away. Shit. I hope it was temporary.So now I move only at night. I have to break into houses like a common thief to get food and supplies. I seem to have some skills in that area. Fuck, was I just some street thug before the feds started messing with me?I manage to avoid getting caught for a bit. Most of what I want is in the kitchen anyway. My luck runs out about the fourth night. Suddenly I look up and there's. Now, these things were not second nature, they were his nature.Settling down into his first class seat on the aisle, he was studiously avoided studying the crew and other passengers. After all, he was Rob Levy, senior partner at one of New York's oldest and most prestigious law firms. People would come to him. "Hello." It was the man the man next to Levy, in the window seat. He was in his mid to late 40's. He was dressed in a Euro-contemporary style, lots of black, shoes that looked like clunky.