It was more apparent when I opened the door to my room and stepped into a sauna. The surprise heat wasn't my only surprise. I flipped on the lights an... noticed a valise and travel bag on the bed. There was someone else! I put my bags down and read my room number. The key worked and I was in the room number on the key envelope, but what I hadn't noticed was the sound of the shower. I realized only when the noise stopped. I should have left, should have gone to the desk but instead I opened the. Her mom told her that her sister had fallen on "hard times" after the plant closed down and none of the fathers and husbands had jobs anymore. Anyway, it was a good deal for Doreen because the candy pickings were a lot better in Amy's neighborhood with most of the residents working for the government or the college.It seemed so easy for Doreen to get into her witch's costume and it almost looked it was something that she wore all the time. In fact, it only took a little dark shadow around her. Just bored a lot laying here every day!" I said to her with a slight smile, and soft whispering laugh."I can imagine!" she said and smiled back at me. "Well, what I can do, is try and help your muscles relax a little, and give you a little massage. Is that okay?" she asked."Hmm, I guess so yeah!" I replied, a little unsure how a massage would help me but, to be honest, I wasn't really taking much notice of what she was saying.She leaned forward, as the buttoned top of her white outfit flowed. He saw the carnage on both sides of the battle lines and raised his face to curse the very heavens where a heedless God sat with blind eyes. He felt himself impelled to curse creation itself, but he knew this was wrong. The fault lay with man, not with his God. Fr. Ambrose nearly lost his own soul to grief; yet a dim spark of faith remained.As many had done before, Fr. Ambrose lost himself in travel to distant lands. He found solace in the ancient highlands of the far east. He devoted himself.