He ran along, guided by the tracks of the tires in the dust, and followed the crossroad. To his great surprise this road went nowhere near the wall be...ind the barn from which he had jumped a few weeks before. After clearing the woods, Don Luis came out into a large untilled space where the road turned back toward the estate and ended at an old two-winged gate protected with iron sheets and bars.The limousine had gone in that way."And I must get in this way, too," thought Don Luis. "I must get. There was no talk after this for few minutes while she now started concentrating on the food she was eating and I ordered what I wanted to eat. As it was getting a bit awkward, I broke the ice by introducing myself and said thanks for allowing me to share the table. She also then introduced herself. I came to know her name was Kiran and that she lived in bangalore and was a travelling executive like I was. We started sharing a little bit about ourselves and our work…and by the time my food. "I have been living in this town my whole life, and I never heard one person even speak Gullah."Josh was still engrossed with the story to keep the laughter up. He never knew anything of this. The only thing he knew was his ancestors hailed from Charleston, and they were one of the founding families. Josh even heard stories of an ancestor serving as a Representative. Josh remembered doing a school project about it too."Is there more to the story?" asked Josh.Mr. Gist scratched his head to think. I'm afraid I also saw you kill that older woman on my first day here."Lilly hung her head and a tear trickled down her face."I'm Lilly, and I'm English, too. The girl I killed was called Martha, from New York, and was my best friend. I don't suppose you understand, but I had to do it. She told me to kill her before the fight. It was a death fight - like in the arena in ancient Rome! But when it came to it she fought hard to live and to beat me. I've had more bad times than I care to think about.