Idecided I had to pray to God for help. God always seemed to help mewhen I prayed.I asked Auntie Helen, "Auntie, could you bring me to Church so I can...ray to God for my mommy?"Auntie Helen answered, "Honey, you don't have to go to church to pray.You can pray anywhere and at anytime and God will hear you. I have asmall chapel downstairs though if you would like to pray there." I saidI would and she said, "Well Angel let us all go to the chapel."We did and it was beautiful and not that small at. It seemed like a fantasycome true. And she was after a new start anyway, and two years out of circulationfrom her old haunts – and hauntings – seemed the perfect solution.And then there was the money. But that was before she understood exactly what she was required to do, orrather to be. Well, anyway, she was here. She could have left for good, but she had comeback. Better get on with it. Kirsten took her overnight bag and placed it inthe large box. Then, working carefully and methodically, she. Despite her busy schedule, she was pleasantly surprised at being able to recognize which of the two men before her was Carl and it was to him that she directed her devastatingly beautiful smile, “Carl, hi! It’s great to see you again.”As Helena leant forward ever so slightly, Carl took the cue, correctly to also lean in and gently kiss her proffered left cheek as if they were long time friends. “Thanks for coming Helena. I’d like you to meet my very good friend, Paul.”The pleasantries continued. On the road, I direct you to the state park about 15 minutes from the house. You complain that there’s a park just down the street, but I turn up the radio and sing along, effectively ignoring your protests. When we get there, the parking lot is deserted of all fellow picnickers and hikers (after all, what kind of nut goes to the park when it’s raining?) You follow me as I lead to the spot I picked out a few weeks ago, with a situation such as this in mind. It’s a small grassy clearing, just.