Concern for someone else, close to me, who should be safe."I'll try to find someone to come stay with you, Tom. You understand why it's not safe?" I u...derstand." For sure, the gas smell was there, pretty heavy too. "You don't have to do anything for me."There had been sirens earlier, I'd heard them. There were more, plus loud sounds that I thought were fire trucks. Odd, I thought, really odd, how much we depend on our eyes. I had a small circumscribed world, a worldview that was distorted and. The checkered tablecloth covered their knees, soiled at the edges, at least that edge, a brown stain, maybe gravy from the last stew on the table. Jack looked at the bare arms of the girls, the smooth flesh. The girl on the left now looked at Jack as he stood there with his head turning, his eyes roaming, his head turning again. What was he looking for? The girl's eyebrows shifted up and down. The boyo on her left now leaned in closer to breathe in her scent, breathe out his whiskey breath, the. I have an idea!"She proceeded by turning the collar. She dugged her nails under the hood andbroke the seal that held the hood to neck of the suit. She finally was free.She ponytail her blond long hair and grabs a trenchcoat and walks out of thehouse to get some things. She stops at the hardware first to get a peice ofdrywall to fix her hole in the wall. Then she stopped at a shop whichspecialized in bondage. She grabbed a couple of things. She proceeded home.She got home and put the hood back. ”Paul gestured for her to sit. She took a stool, and leaned back against the bench where people sat to drink coffee and stare out of the window.“Look, I hate to ask, but ... did you go into my office yesterday?”“Yeah,” Carlotta answered. “Is that a problem?”“Well, no, it’s just ... I just ... well, I left a little note.”“I didn’t see any notes,” she said with a smile. He really seemed to be freaked out by something.“Yes, it wasn’t really a normal sort of note. And it wasn’t meant for you. It.