He walked silently past the door to the attic, not wanting to deal with the person behind the door just then. Stopping at the top of the stairs, he lo...ked down to see his Aunt standing next to a tall, shapely blonde...who looked up at him and smiled a sly smile of recognition. Had he met this girl somewhere before? "Uh...why don't you come up, Gwen?" he offered."Sure," she replied, climbing the stairs towards him. Peter checked to make sure the door to the attic was shut, and then turned back. “Mr. Kingly,” someone shook my shoulder. “Mr. Kingly wake up.” Again, my shoulder was shaken, slightly harder this time. “Tucker, please get up.”My eyes opened slowly, and I robotically lifted my head up only to see Melissa standing next to me, her hand still resting on my back warmly. She was wearing a white button up blouse and knee length navy blue skirt now, and I had to admit that she looked nice in it.“Sorry Ms. Benson,” my voice was hoarse, “Did I fall asleep in class?”“Well,” she stood. On one call, he fell asleep in the middle of a sentence. I yelled into the phone to wake him up and told him that while I really missed hearing him snore, I didn't want him to get sick from lack of sleep. After that he didn't call much in the evenings.The night were horrible. I got ready for bed, but it was so lonely without Don. He loves to watch me change into my skimpy nightgowns. But his eyes weren't staring at me when I slipped out of my bra and let my firm breasts free. He loves how. I buried my son and came home a broken man. I had forgotten all about the medallion in my grief. I had not noticed it missing or the absence of our upstairs maid. When we returned from the graveyard, the maid appeared at our front door. She was dressed in her maid's uniform but it was filthy, as was she. She begged us to let her in and allow her to speak. I allowed her in, meaning to summon the house-man and have her escorted from the property. As soon as the girl was in the house she announced.