Dabei war er immer wieder aus dem Augenwickel einen Blick in ihrDekollet?. Sie schien sich etwas zu entspannen. "Mike und Bella habensich ja wieder se...bst ?bertroffen", staunte sie ?ber die Verwandlung deskleinen Einfamilienhauses ihrer Freunde in ein Hexenh?uschen wie ausGrimms M?rchen. "Ich hoffe das ganze Pappmachee wird nicht nass",antwortete er n?chtern und klingelte. W?hrend ein grelles Hexengel?chteraus einem der vielen K?rbisse um sie herum t?nte, lies er seine Hand ?berihren R?cken zu. "It's impolite to leave while a hand is being played," said the spokesman. "And bad luck, too," said the second one who Patience had already writtenoff as a mute. She reached for the doorknob but found a strong hand on eachwrist as she was turned back to face the playing table. "Last card," said the woman as she flipped a card across the table to Luke. "Judgmenttime." "Oh god," cried Luke as he buried his head in his hands without even lookingat his card. He sobbed openly, much to Pat's. So, one day, we were chatting while waiting for my lunchtime sandwich to be made."Do you want a pickle?" Jolene asked."Naw," I said. "You can have my pickle." I winked at her."Thanks," she said. "Pickles are hard to come by." If the pickle isn't hard, it won't come by at all," I said."Boy, isn't that the truth," Jolene said."Oh, come on," I said. "I'm sure you get lots of pickle." Not really," she admitted, giving me a wry smile."I can't understand that," I told her. "You're certainly pretty. Her friends Sofiia and Anastasiia were scared of what awaited them, though they tried not to show it openly. Anastasiia was very pretty, with shoulder length black hair, smooth skin and big brown eyes. Sofiia was blonde, skinny and did her best to avoid the final preparations for hanging.The Azov officer in charge of the execution, was young, blond and arrogant, a real Aryan jerk with an attitude to match. His assistant, an Ukrainian soldier carried a camera with him, snapping several pictures.