I know he is staring at them, at me, caressing me with my eyes, catching every movement, from the strands of my hair, down my torso, along my legs. Th...y catch around the silk scarf I have wrapped around my waist, my only pretense at modesty. I know he wants me to drop it, but for now I just dance. The night sky is clear above, the stars shining down between the trees. Each one is like his eyes, watching me, starring, but the difference is in the heat in his gaze. I don’t know exactly where he. I then thought of all things I made disappear because I cut them.But upon inspection, the foot was fine, save the small cut from the sword. I breathed a sigh of relief. I wasn't going to disappear, besides the memory of me when I get shot to death. I settled in for the night; no one would be looking for me here, and if they were, this forest is a large place and it would be near impossible to find a solitary person without any fire making abilities.That's why I was surprised when I heard a twig. It’s there and looks pretty good. I like the idea of refinishing it and the light walls.”We continued to look over each room. I put particular attention on the bathrooms knowing that they might get some renovation attention from me also. The “hall” bath would be difficult to change but really was okay. I would just want to repaint it. The master had less tile and could take some work more easily.Once finished inside, we went to the garage. I measured it thinking about storage if two cars were. Frank could tell from his expression."St. Jude's is special," he said. "You'll see, I think."Most church services begin with announcements and St. Jude's was no exception. Mostly they were routine with no meaning for Dennis, but at the end..."Your prayers are requested," the young man began, "for Emily and Frank Firth, and their son in law Dennis Perkins. Cathy Perkins was knocked down by a car and died last week. Also, many of you will remember Dulcie and Peter Hanson; Peter was Vicar here.