Michael leaned against the doorjamb, listening, watching, and smiling at Kathy. She didn’t know he was there, her hands busy restocking the shelves ...bove the Mimeograph machines. She reached high, balancing on her tip-toes, to place another ream of paper on the top shelf, and the hem of her skirt rose to mid-thigh. Her black hair hung luxuriously over her shoulders and midway down her back. When she turned, her hair billowed out, and then she caught a handful of errant strands and looped them. But hehad some difficulty fitting in with the other children. So his mother hadbeen pleased with she heard he had been asked to join a group oftrick-or-treaters."Can I go as a girl, mommy? Please? It's just pretend, I know," he pleaded.Chris' mother looked heavenward; she feared reopening feelings in both ofthem she thought they had been able to shut away. But seeing how much shewanted it, she agreed.She went shopping that weekend, and came home with a pair of black patentleather shoes, white. Thompson left for dinner together and I stayed behind trying to call you." I thought it was strange that you answered the switchboard so late." Belle, what's going on?" I don't know. I don't really know Olivia, I just met her," at the sound of the name Jeffrey's ears perked up and he walked closer to Belle. "I don't think she likes me too much and there might be a possibility that she has been talking to David." Jeffrey's expression turned to anger with piercing eyes and a knit brow."What. He found Christine alone in their room, unconscious on the floor next to their bed. He raced to her side and scooped her up into his strong arms. Looking down onto the face of his beloved wife, he gasped in horror."Mon Dieu!"Her eyes were open, but unseeing, revealing only the whites of her eyes. Gently and carefully, he lay her limp body down on the bed. He brushed her curls from her face and ran to fetch a cloth from the bathroom, which he wetted. Dabbing the cool cloth to her forehead, his.