He didn't bother stripping, just took off his shoes and collapsed on the bed. This whole last day and a half had been a totally unexpected experience,...but it had put New York behind him much more easily and thoroughly than he could have dreamed...It didn't take him long to get to sleep, and except for a bit of a nap in the motor home the previous night, for the first time in days it was without the help of tranquilizers or sleeping pills.He woke up in a couple hours, still tired but. Well, it seemed wrong. Sure, he hunted animals with his father, but that was normal. There was an order to the world, and an order of hunter and the hunted. Roland guessed this was a higher order of hunting, but to him it seemed excessive.Still, he had made a deal, and he was stuck with it. Really, could he dislodge Haflor if Haflor didn't want to go? His only hope was to complete this agreement, and hope Haflor moved on, as he had promised to do.The rain tapered off to a light drizzle. Roland. Baxters house, when I got there the door was already wide open, I knocked, then heard some yelling about how tommy (her son) needs to clean up his room, I knocked again, harder this time, probably 30 seconds later she came down to check who was at the door. "Oh, Hi Chelsea! How are you?" she said in a speedish tone, "I'm good, thanks" I said with a smile. "You look fantastic" she said right over me"Now Tommy can be hard to deal with, so just let him do what he wants to an extent" she. He nodded toward the doorway to her room.“No,” she protested, “You can’t make me, anymore.”There was no question of the sternness of Don’s voice when he said, “I said get up here… now.”Her pleading eyes and frown had no effect on his emotion. He was pissed off that she had talked back to her mother, and she would receive her punishment. She hung her head as she climbed the stairs and never looked up at him until they were inside the room and the door was closed, “Please, Dad, I’m sorry I talked.