I sensed Kim was just as unsettled. He looked around at us, mirroring our concern, then said, "Who is that poor person."It sounds like she's in a drea...ful situation." We don't know," I told him. "We first heard her plea just a few moments ago." She's dead, isn't she?" Kim asked, his eyes moist.Softly I told him, "I think so. Yes." Why was she killed?" He asked."We really don't know," added Tom. Then Stacey explained, "That's what we're trying to figure out."Even though we have all been together. ”I took a step backward. Clara stayed put and the pillow immediately fell to the floor. She eyed me with a teasing smile.“How am I supposed to lead if I’m going backward?” I asked.“The same way you did going forwards.”“But I was pushing you!”Clara laughed. “You think you were pushing me, but it wasn’t really that. Still, if you prefer to think of it that way: now you must pull me.”“With my hands?”Clara put on an expression of mock shock as she bent over to grab the pillow. “No! With your. The younger woman undid the handcuffs from Michelle’s wrists and walked over to the table, placing the handcuffs on the table and picked up a clipboard, her shoes making an almost deafening sound as she walked back to face Michelle Bodnarchuk.“Michelle Jessica Bodnarchuk you have been found guilty of allowing a minor to enter a premises while underage and attempt to purchase alcohol. You have been sentenced to six strokes on your bare buttocks with the reformatory cane. Do you understand?”. ”I nodded at him.“Understood, sir. How about I stay over in D.C. tonight. We can reconvene tomorrow if these gentlemen are available?”It was Friday. I wondered if they would be as hard-headed coming in on a Saturday.“That sounds like an excellent suggestion.”Just that quickly, our two hour meeting was trimmed down to less then thirty minutes.“Paul, I am sorry,” General Baker said as he escorted us to his office. “I should have known better than jump starting the conversation with Colonel.