After about ten minutes, the bus turns off the highway and takes a narrow, winding road through a heavily wooded valley in the general direction of th... lake.“Are you the new receptionist?” asks the driver, who seems to be willing to talk once she realises the other women are excluding me from their conversation.“Yes,” I reply. “I’m not sure what I’m letting myself in for, though.”“Hmm. Greenway House isn’t the sort of place everybody likes,” muses the driver. “But I’m sure you’ll do fine if you. It was a camp of caravans, which I had seen set up 3 weeks ago in a neighboring commune. The neighbor got out of the car while continuing to film and approached one of the caravans. Dogs were barking in the distance but didn’t seem to worry the cameraman too much. He knocked on the door and a gypsy in his fifties, looking bad and dirty opened it.- Hello- Hello- I’ve brought you what I promised you, do you have the money?- Show me the goods first- OKAYThe neighbor made a sign to the road mender,. More spells were now cast to hasten healing while I began to make a personality for the woman that tried to kill me. I was still angry and to tell the truth it was mostly at myself. Alison's real name was Uula. I made her the type of slave that most mages wanted. She would do exactly what was asked of her no matter what it was. For good measure I temporarily made her intelligence far less to emphasise the fact that she had been dead a few minutes ago.It was only well after the spells were done. ”“What, the seven thousand dollars a month or the dozen strokes of the cane monthly? Which part?”“And from Tory of all people. Anyone but him. Anyone but you, uncle.”“Precisely. Your father had superior insight. Keen foresight. Don’t you see? His spirit lives on. God bless the now departed Arnold J. Miller. May he truly rest in peace and in the comfort in knowing that you all may find redemption and now strive to live up to your potential. To your potential in his mind. That Mark.