Not only was she real, but while I had been going through her purse, she must have been flipping through my billfold. She knew my name, just as I knew...hers. Not only was I living her life, she was living mine.I picked up the envelope and found a small note inside. The handwriting was neater than my own, with a little more roundness to the loops. A woman's handwriting.My car is in lane 5, two slots up on the left.There's some cash in the purse if you want tobuy anything. Don't use the credit. I don't mind finding a new place or even moving into the dorms for a year. It's disappointing for things to an end this way. I don't think Hannah realizes how unacceptable her conduct has become."His face cleared and he said, "That is what I will do. Babs, Kenny, let's go back to Mom and Dad. I need to tell them that I'm leaving and that I will be back in classes Monday. There are places I can crash until the holidays. I will come home next weekend." He looked at Doug and Chelsea. "Thanks for. "Ah Charles, we have three small estates on our books already, you must have impressed the Sheriff, for it is three of his friends who contacted me. I have just left them, we will be receiving a small fee plus a percentage on what we save compared to past costs. Since we have no yardstick to compare charges, that will have to do for now. Don't concern yourself we will easily get a good return on our investments," he said with a smile."Good Joseph, good indeed." One other thing I was asked to. He glanced at the young man and turned to Rohea, and said, "I am Travre, and I have lived through many more summers than Heakyn."Rohea looked at the two men, and noted the stark differences between the two. Heakyn had a look of youthful optimism about him, while Travre seemed resigned. Heakyn was tall and lanky, and Travre was shorter and stout. Travre had numerous scars on his arms and a long scar across his face; Heakyn's face was unblemished."Tell me, Travre," Rohea asked, "Why did you join.