Stanton adopted his positionto her left, raising his cane to measure his first stroke across the profferedtarget, it was as though Miss Martin was rec...vering the sense of identity thather childhood had imprinted on her some fifteen years earlier. She was almostmesmerized by the sight of the fully rounded, twinned cheeks presented to thecane as this implement bridged the dark cleft, and she felt not only the suddenstillness and silence in the room but also her own fear as she had been forcedto. ”I gave my parcel to my mom. After opening the parcel, my mom wondered and smiled at me and told….it’s very nice. I told my mom to give that parcel to Simi and she did. Simi with lot of curiosity opened the parcel……shocked and dropped the saree in the floor.Yes…the saree was none other than the saree she was searching for on her bed…the saree she wore when she got fucked by Ashraf. Simi was stunned. “What happened Simi…” my mom tried to take the saree.“Nothing mom….” Simi bent down and took the. Throughout the months, in evening hours like these, Lydia would be asked to tell stories using her observances of her Lady and William’s interaction together for Lydia had always been close by to their every meeting except the most intimate. Lydia knew of every interaction between her Lady and Sir William having hovered over them exclusively. These recollections of William whispered at Cecelia’s bedside in Lydia’s calming voice served to sooth the Lady’s troubled soul. ‘Lydia, come to my. X Jack drove Nettie to Lafayette, then to Houston Texas, but those doctors told her the same thing, it was Leukemia. ‘Well,’ she sighed as he drove back to DeGarde, Louisiana. ‘I guess that’s it. Guess it’s time for me to go see Mr. Duvalier again.’ ‘Tell him I said ‘hi,” Jack said. ‘You’re a good boy, Jack,’ she said. A few people from her church came to the funeral but Jack was the only one shedding any tears. Annette Catherine Hale Duvalier had been a cold, aloof woman that had kept all at.