I begin to make my way through the room the same way as I came in. Eyes on the floor, watching it each step.I walk by someone I’ve seen before many ...imes. Except this time I notice his shoe. That same shoe from the bathroom! It flashes in my head again that shoe nudging me onto my back. Standing there while he washed his hands. Stood there bending, leaning down. I stop and look up slowly as my eyes meet his. I feel my heart sink as the image of him grabbing my throat and slamming into the wall. Jack held the door for her and after she locked it gallantly offered hisarm for her to hold as they walked to his car. He opened the car doorfor her and she hitched up her skirts to step into the SUV. She buckledherself in as Jack closed the door and then trotted around to the driverside. Ann sat demurely; making sure the hem of her skirt covered herknee."Where are we going?" Ann asked pulling her wrap tighter as they droveoff."It's a lovely little French place. I heard about it a while. Me: True! I’m sure you might be in a worse place because of the sarees and all.Mom: Yeah. You men are lucky.Me: Why so?Mom: Look at you! You are only wearing boxers.Me: Well, mom, anyone can wear any type of clothes. You can get rid of that saree and wear boxers like me. I have plenty, I can lend you some.I was a bit scared of how my mom would react to what I said.Mom: Haha. Nice one.Me: No, mom. I’m serious. Do you really want to spend the next month or two like this?Mom: Well, you are right.. The old place appeared to have originally been built in about the 1930's, and upgraded over the years. He knocked on the door, but no one answered. He checked his notes and the address, and then knocked a second time. "Come in," a voice called.Cade wasn't certain he was comfortable entering the house without the person inside opening the door for him, but he turned the knob and pushed open the door. "Mr. Reynolds?" He called. There was no sign of life. The home was dusty, and had obviously.