She let Hollylead her through the bright sunlight without a fight or struggle.The nest was an open knothole a full fifty feet up an oak tree. "Asquirr...l used to live here. But I moved in after she died," Hollywhispered, rubbing the tree affectionately. Phosphorescent moss began toglow ahead.There was a short walkway, what he would have called a hall in a house.To the left was what could only be a kitchen. A fireplace with a rocksitting at the bottom, a table, even what looked like a. That is if you don’t mind hanging out with us old folks,” Selma said as she winked at her husband. “No not at all Mrs. Lopez. I’m very excited. Peter and I have been talking about it all month,” Chuck replied as he continued eating and ogling Selma.The party at the Lopez’s was the best of the year and for good reason. Over the years it had gotten the reputation as being one of the wildest party’s around and Chuck had been planning for over a year for it. He had a wild scheme and if it worked it. “Next question.”One she could answer, or one she couldn’t? In the end I asked the first thing that came into my head. “What was the name of Defoe’s fortunate mistress?”“Moll Flanders?” Karen replied hopefully. Had she really got her wires crossed, or had she purposely given a wrong answer? Her face was giving nothing away.“The answer is Roxana,” I said, sounding sterner than I intended.Karen raised an eyebrow, then fixed me with eyes like gilt-edged invitations. “So what do you want, Teach?”. Janet's nerves were strung tight in her throat. Every movement, every sound was torture to her. Greg had called ten minutes before to tell her that he was at the airport and would be home soon.During the last five days that Greg had been gone, five days of psychological torture to Janet, she had broken twelve dishes, hurt herself falling down the stairs, and had left the checkbook in a shambles. She hadn't enough self control to subtract a few simple figures to keep their bank balance.