It had everything in that room. Documents, money, jewellery, old newspaper that had items inside. We needed to check every page. Bridget, Mum and Pam ...heck each box, emptied it then wrote on the box what was placed in it. I moved boxes from B3 to lounge to B1. Yep the gopher. By 6pm we were stuffed. We returned home, showered and went to the local restaurant for dinner. Bridget paid. Returning home we all just went to bed.Sunday. Week 2I wanted to sleep it was 7.30am. Bridget was dressed and. She was outside a house, and suddenly the front door opened and a light shone from the interior. A cheerful voice called out, ‘I’ll see you tomorrow, then. Goodnight.’ The light disappeared as the house door was shut and footsteps came along the garden path to where the woman sat on the footpath. She began another painful attempt to walk then a voice behind her said, ‘Can I help you?’ The woman turned and saw a young man. The woman was far too tired and worn out to bother about being mugged,. He invited Azzi to dinner and they bustled into the house together, only to be confronted by his matronly aunts. Adilah was looking up at him sullenly from the couch, but there was no way he could break through the line of spread thighs and old, swinging breasts. Upon hearing the news, the army of aunts had taken up the task of outfitting their young nephew for his first big journey.They rifled his room for awhile until a minority broke off to take apart the kitchen for dinner. Since the aunts. Shecontemplated divorce for the thousandth time but knew she could neverface her parents after "legally abstaining from marital ties." She knewdeep down that she would never risk burning the bridges which connectedher to her parents. Which led to a cycle of abuse and domestic violence.She couldn't even bring herself to talk with Aaron about his physicallyinconsiderate behaviour, afraid of the 9mm Glock 19 he kept in acardboard box above his cupboard. Trying to make him understand wouldonly make.